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Fifty thousand of the President’s finest marched in time along Walkner Avenue, in the heart of Verica. Their uniforms were skin tight, black, with the President’s marking upon the join in the collar, a mighty blue hawk, simple in design but great in effect.

The bent knee march was an impressive sight, especially with so many fit young men, in such finely tailored uniforms. People lined the streets, Farminan flags waving in the hands of the public and from walls of mighty buildings. Massive speakers poured out patriotic music in the form of the national anthem, as people waved and cheered in pride.

“…And let us announce our glory to the world. One nation under God, one nation mightiest of all. One nation free from hatred, tyranny and fear. In freedom, we beckon foreign lands, and mock those unenlightened…”

Planes soared overhead, the loud noise of the jets compensated by the beauty of the coloured emissions they used to draw Farmina’s colours. Tanks followed between groups of infantry, a display of might and unity to the celebrating Farminans.

But then as the music ended, the marching ended, and all around Verica, and the nation; TV screens, screens lining the streets of Verica, filled with the image of one man.

“Fellow Farminans, countrymen and companions,” began Tobias Grey. He stood tall, on a balcony in the very centre of Verica. From his vantage point he could see the streets full, and many could see him.

“Today is a great day. Farmina celebrates the birth of its 2 billionth citizen.”

That created a mild cheer.

“Farmina is more powerful than ever. Our economy is revitalised, our military rebuilt, our traitorous ‘allies’ cast out, our nation unified and our enemies put to sword.”

“Our nation has been rebuilt under the eyes of God. The Moralist government has taken this nation out of the ashes of Dumpsterdamian tyranny and into a brave new world. A world free of emperors, replaced with democrats. Within weeks the election for the new parliament is due. Remember this historic day. Remember our freedom, our strength, our number, our place in God’s kingdom.”

To that came a huge applause.

“As I speak, Farminan forces occupy Rotovian Crete. Conservative traitors, still loyal to the old ways are routed in the deep desert…

Tobias Grey heard his own voice die out. He tapped his microphone, but no success. He looked down, across the street at the giant television screen. His own image was gone. A sign of the one known only as “The Shadow” took its place.

Tobias Grey turned to his body guards, but then the speakers roared to life with a voice other than that of the President.

“Fellow Farminans, we stand against oppression, be it by dictators or democrats. Tyranny is tyranny whatever its form. In marching against Random Kingdom this is what we stand for…”

Grey recognised the voice, and how he scorned it. “Justinian,” he hissed.

The former Emperor continued, “…And I attest here that all governments should recognise the rights of man, as handed down from God himself…”

Grey knew, where this speech too well. Justinian was declaring rights by which all man should be treated and all governments should be limited. It had been a huge success, as the Emperor put clearly defined limits on government, limits the Moralists had shattered.

“Do something! yelled Grey at his body guards, but the damage was done.

Another voice came across the speakers. The picture of the lined circle, had returned, the Shadow’s symbol. This voice was distorted, disguised to hide its true nature.

“He who claims to liberate in fact enslaves. He who claims to bring you closer to God in fact brings you to Satan. He who claims to protect, slaughters you in your thousands. The limits, the freedoms, the rights, granted under Justinian are gone. But as long as the Farminan people are unfree, I the Shadow will fight to see the Grey Storm end. I will return Conservatives to the White Palace. Live in fear, fire comes to Farmina.

Live in Shadow, never be found.”

With that the screens cut out. Grey was red in the face, furious at this disaster. Heads would roll. Then it happened. He heard a massive explosion over to his left. Then another further to his right. As if nothing else could go wrong…

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FNN News

…It is pure anarchy on what was supposed to be a great day. We have reports of explosions coming in from all over the country. At least fifty blasts have gone off in Verica within the last twelve minutes. And, yes, I now have word that Supreme Commander Arnold Bashar has declared a state of martial law, as those behind the bombings are hunted. It is still unclear if foreigners are involved or what groups within Farmina are responsible. Most targets appear to be Moralist offices. We now have confirmation of at least 100 dead at the first bomb site, the Moralist campaign headquarters in Verica. The total bomb blasts is estimate at 150 nation wide, with reports of at least twenty blasts in military heartland, Ricco. I am now receiving word that soldiers have opened fire on civilians in Ricco. Still no word from the President. And there is another confirmed blast in Drieder. We shall now cross live to Grey Spire…

OOC: Nice, original "X billionth citizen" post. I commend you for that.

IC post to follow some time on.

Shortly after the news reached the goverment of Vestern States, the Prime Minister, announced that a mesage would be sent to Farmina, stating that Vestern States are ready to start sending medcal supplies, as well as medics and five fully equipped field hospitals.

The goverment also stated that Vestern States are standing by to, if Farmina asks, fly victims to hospitals in Vestern States

Bump for coming post

The worldwide network of camera sattelies, to some what they consider as spy satellies, but are generally used to monitor weather patterns, and major worldwide activity, caught the blasts coming from the country of Farmina.

A quickly arranged meeting of the high command files into the situation room. Force Commander James Ackvick takes his usual seat, and takes his usual drink, and takes a sip. "What's the situation?" he asks.

One of the high ranking generals gets up and stands in front of the monitor, displaying an overhead of the country of Farmina.

"We have detected multiple explosions occuring inside the country of Farmina. From what we can tell, these were all co-ordinated, and non-military explosions. That can mean only one thing..."

"Terrorists..." Ackvick answers for him. "Reminds me of our own issues with terrorists once upon a time."

The General continues. "The leadership has yet to get public with these latest attacks, as they have only happened within the last half hour. However, I can almost guarantee that he will want to take them out. Which is where we could come in."

Ackvick looks kind of interested, and kind of edgy, as they are still withdrawling from Newvaria, including a good portion of their special forces.

"What do you have in mind?" Ackvick asks.

The General looks at Ackvick, then in general. "We should be deploying our intelligence services into the area. As we're not from the same country, it should be relatively easy to insert agents into the field. As well, we can deploy special forces to destroy the enemy cells, and we can deploy some of our MESPS [Millitia Enforced State Police Services - AKA Military/Civil police] to help with security."

"Very well," said Ackvick. "This doesn't seem nearly as risky as the last op., and we can make another new ally, and perhaps make the world better. I give you permission to send the troops. All in favor, say aye."

Everyone says aye, and the meeting is ajourned. Ackvick walks to his office and picks up the country-leadership phone for Farmina.

OOC: Bump - For Farmina

Dan Rickhart sat in the White Palace’s situation room, reading the most recent reports, as other members of the government took their seats.

“I’m glad that you could make it so quickly,” said Rickhart pushing the reports to one side, making a quick mental note of who was present.

“Is the President not attending? asked Fredrick Johnson, observing the President’s seat was empty.

“Tobias is in hospital,” said Rickhart, “The third explosion occurred in the lobby of the building he was in. He was hit by debris and is expected to recover fully, but I have the bitter duty to inform you that his wife was a confirmed causality of the same blast. I shall be taking on the role of acting President.”

“Mr Aricar is also absent,” noted Phillip Sullivan, observing the military’s man in the government wasn’t at the meeting.

“Mr Aricar has been purposely left out of the loop,” said Rickhart, throwing a file towards each man at the table, “The military has declared martial law, without gaining presidential authorization. We have tried to contact Supreme Commander Bashar but he is unreachable. We must assume this is an act of aggression.”

“The military is behind this? spluttered Sullivan, “That’s absurd.”
The Moralists remembered all to well that it was the military that had been vital removing Emperor Justinian from the throne and placing President Grey in the palace. President Grey hadn’t lived up to all his large promises to the military, so replacing him would be a logical act. Absurdity didn’t refer to the illogical, it referred the Moralists’ nightmares.

“Perhaps they are entirely innocent,” suggested Rickhart, “Or perhaps they are being opportunistic. The Shadow has never shown himself to be a friend of the military, and citing Justinian would do Bashar’s cause no good.”

“Even if Bashar is seizing the opportunity it does us no good, a political party cannot take on the entire might of the military,” suggested Adrian Turkington.

“We have the blackshirts, its something, not much but something,” said Rickhart, “I have ordered all Moralists to our concentrate in a few locations, our strong points, our secret places. That is part of why you are here. Here we are safe, relatively.”

The words were bitter in Rickhart’s mouth. He remember all to well that the military had stormed the palace once before, sealing doom of Justinian, the Conservatives and Dumpsterdamian plans for Farmina.

“Do we have a list of people who this Shadow could be conspiring with?” asked Phillip Sullivan.

Rickhart picked up a strip of paper and began to read, “The military, Justinian, the surviving Conservatives, Dumpsterdam, the Liberal Block, ethnics, Random Kingdom, Rotovia, Cretans, Sinearans, Crazed Marines, the scattered White Guard, NATO, Mondoth, the Socialists, the list goes on…”

“Surely we must assume that the Conservatives and their like are behind this,” said William Steiner, “The Shadow’s words, his choice of imagery, his use of Justinian’s speech, his stated cause. They all point to one conclusion.”

“And perhaps a misleading one,” warned Rickhart.

Adrian Turkington looked across at Rickhart, “The Shadow refers specifically to the time of exile, in his documentation of Farminan history. Surely we should search of exiles from that time.”

“Deal with it,” said Rickhart, nodding at Turkington, head of military wing of the Moralist Block. Turkington stood up, nodded and left.

“What shall we do about the press?” asked Johnson, “People are surely going to wonder where the President is.”

“His location is to remain a secret until a time of my choosing,” responded Rickhart, “We can’t let the military locate him.”

“And foreigners,” asked Sullivan.

“An annoyance I can do without. Take over foreign affairs, Phil,” said Rickhart. Sullivan stood up, nodded and left the room.

Pressing in his ear piece Rickhart listened closely, before saying, “I have confirmation of Moralists being arrested and shot in Ricco. The military is moving against us. We are at war.”


OOC: More coming in minutes.

Phillip Sullivan moved into the communications office at the White Palace. “Patch me into the Foreign Affairs mainframe,” he ordered, at no one in particular.
The chief technician gave the Sullivan a quick puzzled look at before giving a brief nod to his staff.

“There you are Chancellor Sullivan, your in the mainframe,” said a petty technician within the minute.
Sullivan was already on his phone, communicating with the Chancellery of Foreign Affairs, informing them of his promotion and getting up-to-date with the backlog of communications caused by the government publication blackout. “All right patch him through to the comms room here,” said Sullivan, “I should deal with him if you make him hold for that long.”

With that Sullivan hung up and sat down to began issuing orders over the mainframe. Once the line was ready he picked up the communicator to his left and connected to James Ackvick in Militia Enforced States.

Shortly after the news reached the goverment of Vestern States, the Prime Minister, announced that a mesage would be sent to Farmina, stating that Vestern States are ready to start sending medcal supplies, as well as medics and five fully equipped field hospitals.

The goverment also stated that Vestern States are standing by to, if Farmina asks, fly victims to hospitals in Vestern States

Current protocols prohibit people leaving Farmina. We suggest that Vestern States airdrop any medical supplies outside Verica airstrip if that is your wish. We are in desperate need of any help, with the death count reaching CENSORED proportions.

We apologise that the government blackout caused the delay of this reply.

Peter Joans
Chancellery of Foreign Affairs

To the individual(s) who are currently responsible of the Farminan Government:

On behalf of the Federal Republic of Canada of its citizens and elected government officials, I, the President of Canada, Iris Kayla Ryan send our condolences to the nation of Farmina on the current domestic disturbance of terror that now hunts your streets.

The Canadian Government shares the same views of mine that your President is in good hands, and his current condition is stable and to improve for the better. We would appreciate an update on his condition when an appropriate time arises.

Canada condemns this cowardly act of barbarianism that has been performed to terrorize your citizens and have a zero tolerance policy. We however, offer what ever you need to assist in your national emergency, including the sharing of intelligence to find the people responsible to bring them to justice.

Again, the prayers of all Canadians are to your nation in this time of mourning.

Iris Kayla Ryan
The President of the Federal Republic of Canada

To: President Iris Kayla Ryan
From: Chancellery of Foreign Affairs


We thank the government Canada for its concern, in these dire times.

We would be most grateful for any supplies you can provide to aid our stretched hospital system. We would be also be grateful for any intelligence you provide. The only certain fact is that the Shadow and his organisation are implicated in this situation. We also have what we know from his previous statements (OOC: For interest see Factbook’s “Shadow’s History of Farmina”).

Of particular concern are Dumpsterdamians, Farminan citizens and exiles, Crazed Marines, Conservatives and Rotovians. If you have any of these in your nation, we would very much appreciate their interrogation.

Samuel Licken
Chancellery of Foreign Affairs

Phillip Sullivan
Acting Chancellor for Foreign Affairs
Chancellor of the Treasury

Current protocols prohibit people leaving Farmina. We suggest that Vestern States airdrop any medical supplies outside Verica airstrip if that is your wish. We are in desperate need of any help, with the death count reaching CENSORED proportions.

We apologise that the government blackout caused the delay of this reply.

Peter Joans
Chancellery of Foreign Affairs

As the sun began to set, the crews of the 456th,and 325th Heavy Air Transport commands boarded their C-5 Galaxy aircrafts. The palnes were loaded to their limits with medical supplies, fuel, tents, field hospitals, communication equippment and other stuff.

Soon, there was a lot of activity, as the planes startet do move to the runways at the Southern Air Force Base.
Soon, the Galaxies were lined up.

After a few minuits, the Air Traffic Control gave the go-coe for Operation SkyAid.
The heavy machines startet to take off, one by one.

As soon as they got airborne, they turned to face the course that would take them to the Verica air-strip.
A symbolic escort of 20 figthers would follow the C-5s untill they reached Farminas airspace

And if word came, medics from Vestern States hospitals and Citizen Medical Corps would be flown in from one of the aircraft carriers, standing by on international water.

worldwide network of battle crussiers, to some what they consider as an invasion fleet, but are generally used to monitor weather patterns, and major worldwide activity, caught the blasts coming from the country of Farmina.

A quickly arranged meeting of the high command files into the situation room. Force Commander lord ryu. "What's the situation?" he asks.

One of the high ranking generals gets up and stands in front of the monitor, displaying an overhead of the country of Farmina.

"We have detected multiple explosions occuring inside the country of Farmina. From what we can tell, these were all co-ordinated, and non-military explosions. That can mean only one thing..."

"Terrorists..." ryu answers for him. "Reminds me of our own issues with terrorists once upon a time."

The General continues. "The leadership has yet to get public with these latest attacks, as they have only happened within the last half hour. However, I can almost guarantee that he will want to take them out. Which is where we could come in."

ryu looks kind of interested, and kind of edgy, as they are still engaged in open war

"What do you have in mind?" Ackvick asks.

The General looks at ryu then in general. "We should be deploying our intelligence services into the area. As we're not from the same country, it should be relatively easy to insert agents into the field. As well, we can deploy special forces to destroy the enemy cells, and we can deploy some of our cerburus wardoids to ''enforce the peace
"Very well," said ryu . "This doesn't seem nearly as risky as the last op., and we can make another new ally, and perhaps make the world better. I give you permission to send the troops. All in favor, say aye."

Everyone says aye, and the meeting is ajourned.ryuwalks to his office and picks up the country-leadership sub space comunitator for Farmina.

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OOC:

worldwide network of battle crussiers, to some what they consider as an invasion fleet, but are generally used to monitor weather patterns, and major worldwide activity, caught the blasts coming from the country of Farmina.

A quickly arranged meeting of the high command files into the situation room. Force Commander lord ryu. "What's the situation?" he asks.

One of the high ranking generals gets up and stands in front of the monitor, displaying an overhead of the country of Farmina.

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Please make up your own IC instead of copying someone else's. Be original. Please.

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Ack! Tripple post of doom! Anyways, please read the stickies on the top of the forum (the link below is one of them), and read them up on posting ettequette for IC and OOC (What are they? Read it up!). As well, you should read some of the wars and situations to have an idea on how things work. These are more complicated than what is seen. For example, your army has to be a certain size compared to your population, and there is also logistics, and after-effects of war. Keep this in mind and you will do fine.

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James Ackvick picks up the phone, and contacts the leader of Farmina.

"This is Force Commander James Ackivick. We noticed explosions occuring in your country. Can you give me an explanation on what the hell is going on there?"

OOC: I need to work dialogue with you. If you wish, do it for me.

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OOC: Tag? Wha? :confused:

OOC: Tag? Wha? :confused:

OOC: It was used on the old RP Threads, to either show that this RP showed promise, and would be willing to participate later in a more broad time spectrum. However, tag now mostly means that the thread is intersting, and to keep an eye on thsi thread could just be easily subscribed.

OOC: See I'm a old timer on here, and to em TAG means far more than just hitting the subscribe button, it shows evreyone your interested and will become involved later.

OOC: See I'm a old timer on here, and to em TAG means far more than just hitting the subscribe button, it shows evreyone your interested and will become involved later.
OOC: That's what I said...right?

IC:

Jenrak find this movement onto the Green Sun extremely appalling, and ask to them whether they wish to have any militayr aid sent, to further strengthen their chances of forever wiping out unwanted terrorism.
-Leader of the Navy, Nahk Territurari

OOC: OK thanks.

Waiting for Farmina...

TO: Chancellery of Foreign Affairs, Farmina
FROM: Minister Vanholme, Ministry for Foreign Affairs, Wingarde

We have heard about the cowardly terrorist attacks carried out within your territories, you have our most sincere condolences for any casualties they might have caused. Wingarde is gladly able to lend any kind of assistance to another democratic nation such as Farmina.

These terrorist actions must be brought to an end. Please do not hesitate to request help from us.

Yours faithfully,

Wilhelm Vanholme,
Ministry for Foreign Affaris,
Democratic States of Wingarde

The confederacy would be pleased to offer any help, military or otherwise in the light of your recent tradgedy

But i was wondering weather i could join

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As the sun began to set, the crews of the 456th,and 325th Heavy Air Transport commands boarded their C-5 Galaxy aircrafts. The palnes were loaded to their limits with medical supplies, fuel, tents, field hospitals, communication equippment and other stuff.

Soon, there was a lot of activity, as the planes startet do move to the runways at the Southern Air Force Base.
Soon, the Galaxies were lined up.

After a few minuits, the Air Traffic Control gave the go-coe for Operation SkyAid.
The heavy machines startet to take off, one by one.

As soon as they got airborne, they turned to face the course that would take them to the Verica air-strip.
A symbolic escort of 20 figthers would follow the C-5s untill they reached Farminas airspace

And if word came, medics from Vestern States hospitals and Citizen Medical Corps would be flown in from one of the aircraft carriers, standing by on international water.


“This is Command 1, to Verna States’ SkyAid. Fighters must turn back, they can’t enter Farminan airspace. Do you copy?” said a communications officer at Central Air Command, trying to communicate directly to the incoming aid aircraft.

Everyone says aye, and the meeting is ajourned.ryuwalks to his office and picks up the country-leadership sub space comunitator for Farmina.

“Lord Ryu,” said the short Farminan at the Chancellery of Foreign Affairs, “My name Greg Combs. I’m afraid the President, the Chancellor of Foreign Affairs, and the acting Chancellor are all busy at the moment, considering the current situation. I’m the highest ranking member of staff available, so your queries must be put through me.”

James Ackvick picks up the phone, and contacts the leader of Farmina.

"This is Force Commander James Ackivick. We noticed explosions occuring in your country. Can you give me an explanation on what the hell is going on there?"

Phillip Sullivan was most unimpressed with the Force Commander’s language, towards a Chancellor of another country none-the-less, “Lord Force Commander, a figure known to us only as the Shadow has launched a series of bombings of Moralist offices, as well as several other targets. Current evidence shows that these terrorists are probably the remanants of the old Conservative government, backed by Dumpsterdam, however details are guess work at best.”

Jenrak find this movement onto the Green Sun extremely appalling, and ask to them whether they wish to have any militayr aid sent, to further strengthen their chances of forever wiping out unwanted terrorism.
-Leader of the Navy, Nahk Territurari

Green Sun? What are you talking about?

And supplies are of the upmost desire, however no person is allowed to enter or leave Farmina.

Peter Joans
Chancellery of Foreign Affairs

The confederacy would be pleased to offer any help, military or otherwise in the light of your recent tradgedy

We thank the government Spizania for its concern, in these dire times.

We would be most grateful for any supplies you can provide to aid our stretched hospital system. However, we must decline any offer of military aid due to the strict martial law now in effect.

Samuel Licken
Chancellery of Foreign Affairs

Transports with food and supplies, and the MESPS fly in towards Farmina. Meanwhile the conversation continues...

"I appoligise for my language before. I'm just under a lot of stress lately, and I hate to see people die for no reason whatsoever. Now, we have supplies and some of our police to help with security, flying in to Farmina. Please accept this gesture of goodwill, as I know you have a major problem, and I also know that people are dying from wounds inflicted."

To: Minister Vanholme, Ministry for Foreign Affairs, Wingarde

The nation of Farmina thanks the nation of Wingarde for its condolences in these dark times.

Any supplies, especially medical, would be utmost appreciated. Any intelligence of the Shadow or his organization would also be welcome, along with any information on groups within your nation that may bare grievance to Farmina.

Tony Jones
Chancellery of Foreign Affair

“Your assistance is much appreciated,” said Sullivan to the Force Commander Ackvick of MES, “But I insist that no personnel must land in Farmina. Your nation is South West of Farmina, correct?”

"That is correct," James replies. "But we must insist on allowing the MESPS to deploy in your country. They have been trained on counter-terrorism, they have bomb defusal equipment, and since the MESPS is essentially a branch of our military, they are well trained in the use of weapons and techniques. They will not mistreat your citizens, and they can even help with the martial law, but they can help bolster your security."

Phillip Sullivan felt his stomach twist. The reference to the martial law brought back the reality that the Shadow and terrorism was a secondary concern to the military’s plans against the government. “If your troops land at Verica airstrip we can move them to the White Palace to take part in a security operation,” said Sullivan grudgingly, and unwilling to mention the military’s plotting.

A single tank rolled down boldly down the Verica street, flanked by a team of infantry in their green grey uniforms. The men’s eyes flicked back and forward, watching for trouble. Sirens and crying still filled the streets as the dead and wounded were pulled from the smoking rubble of buildings once the centre of the Moralist re-election campaign. Helicopters could be heard in the air above, coming or going from airdrops and patient pickups.

But in the sight of all this chaos, the small team of soldiers continued their path towards the White Palace. The noise of a sharp wail saw the soldiers swing their heads to the left at near break neck speed. Within a second, the noise was an explosion, quickly followed by another louder explosion, from within the very centre of their number. Those who had not already seen it, swung their heads towards the tank, its left side armour torn, the tank’s heart guttered. Two of the infantry saw their own green-grey seeping a deep red, their bodies falling downwards as a searing pain reflected the shrapnel lodged in their bodies.

Then more noises, gun fire from the windows above them. Some of the soldiers had already began grabbing their guns, but a few seconds was never enough. Rifles, supported by machine guns tore through human flesh as scissors cut through paper. Soldiers aimed up trying to target their unseen foe, but it was no avail.

The battle was over within 12 seconds.
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The situation room was no longer a briefing room. The Moralists were now back in control; in the most limited sense.
“We have reports of battles closer to the Palace on Sutton Street,” said Fredrick Johnson, putting a new red marker on the map of Verica, “Our blackshirts are slowly falling back, but we are giving the green sleeves one damn hammering.”

Dan Rickhart nodded, being nearly bowled over by a Moralist running in with a new series of reports. The underling bowed apologetically, passed Rickhart a report and said, “Chancellor Rickhart, the latest reports from battles in the nations north.”
Rickhart took the report and skimmed the summary before returning to a situation map on the wall. To Rickhart, the north of the nation was a distant thought, a far away place with few people and thousands of miles desert between it and the populated south.

Rickhart traced his finger over Ricco, so called military heartland. There the very word Moralist had probably been exterminated, not to mention all the flesh and blood Moralists.

“The battles outside of Ricco have seen the military taking severe hits. Absolute disorganisation. There is no evidence of planning, just the order for troops to march forward. In some areas we have reports of blackshirts crushing all military resistance,” said Rickhart into a tape recorder, making audio notes, “I am now certain that this was little more than opportunism.”

“Chancellor Rickhart,” yelled out Sivian Bernstein, a block intelligence officer, “We have observed increase audio chatter within Krioval. It could be a coincidence.”

Rickhart however didn’t like coincidences, especially those that involved a people he despised, how had held him captive on fictional charges and threatened to throw him into a hurricane.

“Dekker,” he muttered, then recording his next words, continued, “Raijin Dekker is behind this. He must be an ally of the Shadow.”

Bernstein gave Rickhart a mild nod, although a cautious one, well aware of Rickhart’s history. Rickhart however was already on the move, paying little heed to the Moralists moving markers around and maps, barking orders at blackshirts all around the nation.

“Liz,” he said to personal assistant, “Tell Sullivan I want Dekker brought to Farmina, whatever it takes.”
The lady by the name of Elizabeth gave an affirmative nod, before turning to fulfill the instructions.

“Chancellor Rickhart,” said a blackshirt, entering the room, pulling a seemingly out of sight object into the room, “Look what we found.”
Rickhart moved at pace towards the entrance, but accidentally kicked a chair, poking out a smidgen from the conference table. “Yaw,” he said making the sound of a wounded cat. In a furious rage, he stepped back, grabbed the chair and smashed it into the table three times, with all his might.

The entire room stopped to stare at Rickhart, amazed that he could switch from so calm to so berserk, so quickly. He quickly restored his composure and looked at what the black-shirt had found, for the first time. “Ah, Mr Aricar,” began Rickhart, looking at the worn prisoner, “Your military friends are moving against us. And did you see what I did to that chair?

Varius Aricar’s face turned to one of the utmost fear.
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“We have visual on a number of aircraft heading towards, us, towards Verica, over,” said the older of the two soldier, into his radio looking up at the sky.
The two soldiers were hidden in deep bush, scouting for enemies the military’s plans.
“I know nothing,” said a voice on the other side of the radio, a message of cryptic meaning.
The two soldiers stood up and then took their seats. Perhaps it should be known that the two soldiers were also manning an anti-aircraft station.

Missiles shot up through the trees at the approaching MES aircraft.

“This is Command 1, to Verna States’ SkyAid. Fighters must turn back, they can’t enter Farminan airspace. Do you copy?” said a communications officer at Central Air Command, trying to communicate directly to the incoming aid aircraft.

"Farmina Air Control, we read you loud and clear. Figthers are evading your airspace as ordered., over" The commander of Operation SkyAid answered

The fighters turner away and headed for the aircraft carrier VSN (Vestern States Navy) Logaretis , curently standing by on international water.

The C-5 cargoplanes entered the airspace and dropped the cargo at the designated drop-zones, and turned away, back to Vestern States

“We have the Aid-drop 1 confirmed,” called out a voice in the White Palace situation room.

There was a quiet restrained clap. In all truth there was nothing to celebrate. “Send the Vestern States a ‘thank you’,” said James Sarck, Chancellor for Health, to his aide, “And tell the closest hospitals to pick up the supplies.”

The Chancellor for Health then returned to his current responsibility; organising an evacuation of all Moralists from south-west Farmina.
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To: Government of Vestern States

The aid you sent has arrived successfully. The government and the President himself thanks your nation for their efforts and the lives their efforts have saved.

Peter Joans
Chancellery for Foreign Affairs

Albark Sings
Chancellery for Health

(OOC:er, may I join?)

IC:
Dear country of Farmina,
We, the government of Quere, report we have heard this saddening news. We shall try to help you in any way without provoking your enemies. Please, what do you need and who exactly is attacking you?

Thanks, Khur, leader of Quere.

(OOC:I didn't really read the 2nd page so uh...ya.)

OOC: Tsk, tsk. Go and read all the pages, then you are more than welcome.

IC:
To: Khur, leader of Quere

Any supplies, especially medical, would be greatly appreciated, although it must be dropped by air, near medical facilities. Several Moralist offices have been bombed by an organisation associated with a person known to us only as the Shadow. At the moment we have little knowledge on who the Shadow is working with or what is his end game.

Tony Jones
Chancellery of Foreign Affair

“We have the Aid-drop 1 confirmed,” called out a voice in the White Palace situation room.

There was a quiet restrained clap. In all truth there was nothing to celebrate. “Send the Vestern States a ‘thank you’,” said James Sarck, Chancellor for Health, to his aide, “And tell the closest hospitals to pick up the supplies.”

The Chancellor for Health then returned to his current responsibility; organising an evacuation of all Moralists from south-west Farmina.
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A messenger ran up the stairs to the prime ministers office.
When he arrived, the guards opened the doors without hesitation, the messengers working for the prime minister were usually experienced officers from the Royal Intel Division

"Sir" the messenger said "Farmina har just recived our aid and is most grateful for our help"
"thats good to hear" the prime minister said
"Send following message to Farmina"


We are very glad that our aid come to good use. If you would require more supplies or medical personell, just give us a call. We are more than willing to aid you in this days

Raymond E Eriksson - Prime Minister of Vestern States

"Sir! We got incoming!!!" yells the pilot. "Break! BREAK! DAMNIT! BREAK!"

The transports veer hard away, while firing their countermeasures. The missiles miss by inches.

"Abort mission! Commander! We are aborting mission, taking enemy fire!" the pilot yells, as another volley is fired at the retreating transports.

The commander on the other end replies quickly, "We are sending you escorts immediately! Hold on!"

The NG-32 Sea Swarmers launch in haste off of the MESV Trinity, and hit their afterburners, reaching Mach 2 in record time.

The missiles sweep in towards the transport aircraft. They fire their countermeasures, but one of the planes gets hit.

WHAM! One of the jets gets hit in the right hand engine. It catches fire. "I'm hit! I'm hit!" yells the pilot. He quickly pushes the right red button on the roof, which jettisons the engine. The flaming hulk falls into the sea below. "Damage contained, requesting assistance!" the pilot yells.

The NG-32's zip past the transports, and do a tight immelman to join the wings of the transports. By now they were out of range, but they were ready for any additional resistance.

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Meanwhile in the headquarters, Ackvick gets wind of this. "Not another possible conflict!" he yells. "Alright, since this look more than just a terrorist action, but rather full blown civil war, I wish to deploy three million troops to start, and more if required."

One of the Force Commanders stands up. "Ackvick, I would like to help monitor this personally." The person speaking was A.J. Dasch, second in command, and James's best friend.

"I give you full permission. This is a complex situation, and someone with your tenacity would be a great benefit to this operation. Dache, go order whichever troops you require."

Ackvick stands up. "Dismissed."

Everyone gets up, and as Dasche heads towards the exit to leave, Ackvick says something quick.

"Dasch."

He pivots in his boot. "Yes James?"

"Give 'em hell."

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Dasch heads into the command center, where orders are given to the various forces. He takes a seat. "Report."

"We have our transports landing on friendly airstrips. The escorting fighters are breaking off and heading back to their carrier."

"Good. Alright, here's the plan. Prepare the fighter pilots that are not on shore leave to prepare for the new sortee. I want every single AA site wiped out. Second phase we will send in the transports again, this time loaded with infantry and tanks. Third phase is to completely evacuate the leadership, and if necessary the civilian population in the warzones. Get them all into safety, so the leadership can give orders outside of enemy territory."

"Yes, sir!" the communications officer says, as he starts giving the orders.

"One last thing. Prepare to mobilise the entire 2nd armoured brigade. Once the leadership and civilians are evacuated, we will help the loyalist forces with ending this civil war. And get our spies into the opposing faction."

"Yes, sir."

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Ackvick picks up the phone with the leadership, on an encrypted channel.

"We just found out that your forces have opened fire on our transports. We understand there is something bigger than just a terrorist action happening here."

OOC: I need a response here, then add this to the end. "We are sending our air force and ground force to assist in this civil war."

Khur recieved news of this. He growled, then said, "This is bad. Really, really bad. But here's what we do. We..."

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Trucks went through the international checkpoint. A long line of trucks with 400 infantry had entered the country. 4 helicoptors zoomed by overhead, only one with missles. They were headed to an AA site.

As the helicoptors came into range, the missles launched. Two helicoptors went down into the streets, exploding into fire. The last one with no missles had explosives, not not many. The missled helicopt flew higher, and fired. One...two...three launchers shot down. Three more. Those three shot the helicoptor along with the rest of the missles which it carried. The other one went down as the pilot ejected, landing on a nearby roof. He was sniped. The helicoptor never hit land in one piece, but was close enoguh to inflict damage, and took out another launcher.
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"Go, go, go!" shouted the commander. The trucks overwhelmed hte AA site, and set up roadblocks. No one in, no one out.
"Sir, we have destroyed an AA site! Bring them in!" the commander told Dasch.

Khur recieved news of this. He growled, then said, "This is bad. Really, really bad. But here's what we do. We..."

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Trucks went through the international checkpoint. A long line of trucks with 400 infantry had entered the country. 4 helicoptors zoomed by overhead, only one with missles. They were headed to an AA site.

As the helicoptors came into range, the missles launched. Two helicoptors went down into the streets, exploding into fire. The last one with no missles had explosives, not not many. The missled helicopt flew higher, and fired. One...two...three launchers shot down. Three more. Those three shot the helicoptor along with the rest of the missles which it carried. The other one went down as the pilot ejected, landing on a nearby roof. He was sniped. The helicoptor never hit land in one piece, but was close enoguh to inflict damage, and took out another launcher.
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"Go, go, go!" shouted the commander. The trucks overwhelmed hte AA site, and set up roadblocks. No one in, no one out.
"Sir, we have destroyed an AA site! Bring them in!" the commander told Dasch.

OOC:
I'm ignoring this as Farmina is an island, and there is no possible way you have had time to put together an entire army to attack an AA site in the middle of nowhere. This also counts as a God-mod.

I suggest you either read the stickies or don't do anything military.

“Aid-drop 2 has come under attack,” called out a voice in the situation room.
Dan Rickhart’s head swung around to see where the voice came from, temporarily ignoring Mr Aricar.

“Was it us or them?” yelled out Rickhart, over the top of the continual hum of people talking back and forward.

“It was near Ricco,” yelled back the voice, “And it seems like the big stuff, so best guess is that it was the green sleeves.”

Rickhart turned to Varius Aricar and sniped, “Shooting down aid, now are we?”

Before the former General could respond, Rickhart grabbed his aide and yelled out, “Send word to Sullivan, the Mes will no doubt want answers, and we don’t have them.”

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Sullivan typed furiously watching as message after message rolled up on his screen, updating him continuously on the situation. Then a message came up that he didn’t want to hear, quickly followed by another message saying that those involved in the first message were on Line 2, another message he didn’t want.

None the less, Sullivan activated the second line, “Ah, Commander Ackvick. I have just received the unfortunate news myself. We haven’t identified who is responsible for the atrocity, but it is certainly not us.”

Ackvick responded, “ We are sending our air force and ground force to assist in this civil war.”

Sullivan felt his gut knot, “Commander Ackvick, there is certainly no need for that. There is no civil war. Just make sure any further aid avoids the Ricco area. Ricco is known for being full of bandits,” adding to himself, “Green-sleaved bandits with SAMs.”

OOC: Mes=slang for Militia Enforced States

Raijin Dekker sat in his office high above the resplendent city of Torokara. To himself, he murmured, "Glory be to the Great Gods, who watch over Krioval and our interests. Long had he stated that Sefaro's scythe was to descend on the wayward territory of Farmina, not for their religion, he had been careful to indicate, but for their oppressive and bloody ways. To the Commander, it was the most beautiful and just of self-fulfilling prophecies and if played right, would assist in further cementing his authority over Krioval. He looked surprised to see a young man venture into the room.

"Ah, Kiyoshi. I wasn't expecting you until later, this afternoon."

"I apologize, Raijin-karo*. I have the reports you requested."

"Excellent. Your work has been far above my expectations." The Commander continued over Kiyoshi's attempted denial. "I was wondering if you could do for me a small favor."

"If it is within my power."

"I need you to broadcast some signals into a country called Farmina. Nothing elaborate, and with no particular target. Make it look like something strongly encrypted, though. Something like a paramilitary group."

"Might I ask what this is for?"

"I'll tell you later. Of course, I never asked you to do this."

"Kind of like shadow ops?"

"Even the light casts shadow. Remember that, young one."

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The Armed Republic of Krioval is shocked and saddened to hear of a new spate of violence in the Democratic Republic of Farmina. We had hoped that recent elections had managed to stave off most of the domestic problems though we remain optimistic that the atrocities perpetrated at the celebration are isolated in nature and will soon be contained. We also express confidence that the investigation into the nature of these crimes will be made fully public, save for concerns of national security.

The Kriovalian Civil Aid Corps can be made available to immediate logistical support if requested. Airlifts into and out of Farmina can be performed as well upon request from your government and with a bit of cooperation from the weather. The prayers of the people of Krioval are with the people of Farmina in this time of shadow.

Yuri Sokolev
Director, Division of Foreign Relations
Armed Republic of Krioval

"I suppose, Raijin, we will see how they react to this statement," the Director said coolly.

The Commander brightened as he read it. "I suppose we will."

OOC:

I'm assuming that the "chatter" between Farmina and Krioval mentioned earlier is the almost-gibberish that Kiyoshi is generating. For the record, the boy is part of the Kriovalian underworld and is thus better equipped to pull off less-than-legal operations such as this. If "decoded", I suppose the messages could be something like the Kriovalian weather report, or a recipe for chocolate chip cookies.

* "-karo" means "fighter" in this context

The computer screen gave a mild bleep. Sullivan still talking on the phone, read the communication from Krioval quickly before reading it again more slowly. “Dekker,” he whispered, remembering Rickhart’s last directive regarding Krioval.

It had only to be a matter of time before they would make a noise as though they cared. Then he noticed the phrase ‘time of shadow’ and perceived the true nature of the message, a mocking tone, an insult to Farmina, her glory, and God himself. The reference to ‘recent elections’ could only be those that saw these events propel into existence to begin with, forcing the Moralists to use brute force to remove Justinian and the Conservatives from power.

Sullivan put his fingers to his keyboard and quickly, prepared and sent a response.

To: Director Yuri Sokolev, Division of Foreign Relations, Krioval

President Grey himself is heartened by your warm comments in these trying times. Thankfully the upcoming parliamentary and presidential elections will put down all resistance to the Moralist administration once and for all.

All aid is welcome, and President Grey offers your Commander Dekker a personal tour of the destruction, in an attempt to reconstruct relations between our nations, relations so badly damaged under Justinian.

Phillip Sullivan
Acting Chancellor for Foreign Affairs

Still communicating with the leadership, Ackvick continutes.

"...What do you mean it's not a civil war? From our perspective that's what it looks like. Could you please let me know what is going on down there?"

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Fighters, bombers, and transports start to take off from their respective airfields, as Dasch watches from the command center. He picks up the communicator with headquarters, and contacts them.

"What is the current situation?"

"FC Ackvick is still in communication with the leadership trying to answer the big question of what is going on down there."

"Damnit, so it's still up in the air on what is going on?"

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you."

Dasch puts down the communicator, and sees the jets getting into a gaggle up in the air. He picks up the communicator again, and sends a message to the pilots:

"All units, cover the transports, and shoot anything that fires back. Other than that, disregard any targets. Transports unload your cargo somewhere away from the Ricco area."

OOC: I did not say how long it took them to mobolise, now did I??

IC: Khur smiled. They had taken part of the city. Now they were gonig to take another part. He just needed the intelligence from Ackvick.

Dear Leader of Farmina,
I, Khur, wishes for intellegence of the city five miles west, five miles east, three miles north, and one mile south of my postition. I also request permission to invade the buildings to set up snipers and explosives. I plan to pull back two miles from the east and west, drawing the enemy, then planing to cover them in blood and debris, but I cannot do so without you.

Khur, Leader of Quere

To: Director Yuri Sokolev, Division of Foreign Relations, Krioval

President Grey himself is heartened by your warm comments in these trying times. Thankfully the upcoming parliamentary and presidential elections will put down all resistance to the Moralist administration once and for all.

All aid is welcome, and President Grey offers your Commander Dekker a personal tour of the destruction, in an attempt to reconstruct relations between our nations, relations so badly damaged under Justinian.

Phillip Sullivan
Acting Chancellor for Foreign Affairs


Yuri set the communication on Raijin's desk. "What do you make of this?"

The Commander looked at the message briefly. "They want me to go to Farmina personally? How do you say 'fuck no' politely?"

"So you won't be going?" The Director released a small laugh.

"Well, Yuri, let's think about it. A government that is diametrically opposed to ours wants me to personally tour a war zone while the terrorists are still at large. Unless he wants me to travel with a battalion of Kriovalian special forces while armed to the teeth, I think it's best I stay home. Can you come up with a good excuse?"

"I wouldn't be Director otherwise."

Dear Acting Chancellor Phillip Sullivan:

We have received your government's invitation, and sadly, the Commander must politely decline, as he is engaged in ongoing negotiations over the evacuation of the city of Bralos. We will, of course, maintain communications over the situation in the Democratic Republic of Farmina, and aid shipments will be on their way as soon as your government determines what would be most useful. Best of luck to you and your government.

Yuri Sokolev
Director, Division of Foreign Relations
Armed Republic of Krioval

OOC: I did not say how long it took them to mobolise, now did I??

IC: Khur smiled. They had taken part of the city. Now they were gonig to take another part. He just needed the intelligence from Ackvick.


OOC: You can't just claim to go around claiming to capture my cities. Please read the stickies. And you need to RP in the same time frame as everyone else. You are still ignored.

Still communicating with the leadership, Ackvick continutes.

"...What do you mean it's not a civil war? From our perspective that's what it looks like. Could you please let me know what is going on down there?"

Sullivan twisted his two pinky fingers together. "A mild disagreement amongst friends, thats all," suggested Sullivan, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

OOC: I didn't mean it that way. I meant it as if I had sercured a small section. And the five miles, two miles, and all that is jsut land I am GOING to take. After that, I can set up a small base where evweryone can meet if needed.

OOC: I didn't mean it that way. I meant it as if I had sercured a small section. And the five miles, two miles, and all that is jsut land I am GOING to take. After that, I can set up a small base where evweryone can meet if needed.

The problem is you have to RP from the start, not just say something happens. Start with, for example troop ships arriving near my waters or helicopters approaching my nation. Then let me respond. Then only take one additional step, then let me respond. And so on and so on. Take tiny bite sized steps.

Sullivan noticed his screen again bleep. The response from Krioval had arrived. Sullivan’s eyes flicked along the screen, back and forward, moving down line after line.

Upon reaching the end of the message, he licked his dry lips and hurriedly tied a response.

To: Director Yuri Sokolev, Division of Foreign Relations, Krioval

President Grey himself is sorrowed by Commander Dekker’s decision not to visit. I extend the President’s wishes that perhaps a lesser member of the Commander’s government should attend. If security is a concern, the Chancellery of Internal Affairs will consider any proposal put forward by your government.

With regard to aid, find attached hospital reports relating to shortages.

Phillip Sullivan
Acting Chancellor for Foreign Affairs

"A mild disagreement between friends...I see," Ackvick says, sounding unconvinced. "Since when did a mild disagreement between friends end up with AA missiles fired at incoming aircraft? If it were a civilian jet liner, it would have been shot down!"

As Sullivan’s screen continued to bleep, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Commander Ackvick,” he said, before taking another deep breath, “You must understand there is a great deal of chaos here. We don’t know who shot at your aircraft. The important thing is that you keep away from areas which might have green…bandits and terrorist active.”

OOC: I'm going to start all over...

IC: The helicopters sped over the small boats in which the trucks and cars were in. One helicoptor had missles, and the other three had none, just machine guns. They were all headed to Farmina.

"This is Khur, leader of Quere. We are requesting permmsion by an authority figure to land and help ypu reclaim your lost city. Not lost, but under attack, I should say."

Ackvick, now knowing that he is getting somewhere, continues. "I know that people are dying down there. I do not mind sending people over to help, even if it means that some of them die. I know you need the help, and I personally sent my brightest military commander to help with this operation. We will avoid the hostile areas, and we will deploy our military, police, and medical teams."

The president had just gotten into bed when the phone wrang. He could hear the soft moaning of his tired wife. "i am too old for this " he wispered as he slowly reached for the phone " yes what is it" " mister president we have some international isues to deal with" "Whats it about" "well sir there seem to have been some bombings.." "here?" " oh no sir in Farmina, sir " " alright call bfan and bring him up to speed, also tell him to meet me in my office" with that the president hung up kissed his wife and got dressed.

situation room, green house, Piglatnia

"sir how many times are we gonna have to help other nations with there problems"

" Farmina is not just some small nation and they seem to have lost there intire millitary"

" how big were the atacks?"

"it isn't size it's that there millitary is disloyal, and Farmina just hit there 2 billionth mark they could be a valuable ally"

" so what are you suggesting?"

" i am suggesting that we phone them and see what they need while we mobalize 15,000 men"

"15,000 men sir we have never deployed that many, i dont think we even have the supplies to send them there"

"i checked and we do, all i want is that we get this guy on the phone"

"your call sir"

The president reached for the phone. " susie?" "yes mister president" " get me comunication with the highest govermentle official in Farmina at this time " "yes mister president i will buzz you when i have someone"

OOC: Much better Quere. Much better, there is hope for you yet.

IC: The screen bleeped as a fresh communication came up on the Chancellery of Foreign Affairs mainframe, “This is Khur, leader of Quere. We are requesting permmsion by an authority figure to land and help ypu reclaim your lost city. Not lost, but under attack, I should say.”

Phillip Sullivan fidgeted as the new communication came up on his screen. “Excuse Commander Ackvick, could you hold?”

Sullivan pressed the second button on his head seat and changed lines, “Mr Khur. I am afraid I’m going to have to put you on hold as I seek permission for your request. I fear it may be turned down however, especially considering we have lost no cities, in fact we are not under attack. All things considered everything is just dandy.”

A loud explosion shook the communications room, “What in God’s name…excuse me, Mr Khur, I have to put you on hold. If you need me, you will still be capable of reaching me.”

Sullivan pressed the first button on his head seat and switched back to the first line, “Commander Ackvick, we very much would like your assistance, but when you talk about military forces and the like, one must remember that we are talking about national security issues. We need evidence of good faith, beyond all limits.”

A message bleeped on Sullivan’s screen, “QUERE FLEET APPROACHING.”

Sullivan breathed in deeply, “Before we can trust you, we need your assistance in destroying a Quere fleet, that is pushing towards our waters, towards Ricco, the heart of the trouble. It must be destroyed swiftly and your own involvement must be secret.”

Sullivan sat quietly as he waited for a response to his large ask.

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Supreme Commander Arnold Bashar scratched his grey hair. “We are moving forward to slowly,” he observed.

“Lord Commander, they seem one step ahead of us, perhaps we should withdraw and rethink,” said General Michaels.

“Baulderdash,” declared the large head of the military, “We have these black-shirt bastards where we want them. We have our first confirmed mortar hit on the palace. It is simply a matter of throwing our weight around.”

A brief knock at the door saw both men turn their heads. “Lord Commander,” said an entering Colonel, “We have reports of an approaching fleet. It is heading towards Ricco.”

“Sink it,” said Bashar, as though that was all the planning required.

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In the ports of Ricco the massive warships of the Farminan fleet pulled out of dock, to join their already active sisters. They amassed, creating a barrier of firepower between the Quere fleet and Farmina itself. A single communication was sent out of Ricco towards the Quere fleet, “In the name of Farmina and the great power of its military, return to your home and never leave it again. Your only other choice is obliteration.”

Phillip Sullivan’s screen beeped again. Yet another national leader wanting to talk to someone important.

“Commander Ackvick, please hold. You will be able to reach me still for once you’ve made your decision,” said Sullivan.

He put his hand on his headset and switched to line 3. “Piglatna, I mean Piglatnia, is your nation, Ms Susie. My name is Phillip Sullivan, the acting Chancellor for Foreign Affairs in Farmina. I’m afraid there is no-one else available, so if you could your leader, err, President on the line, I can tell him what he needs to know.”

Dan Rickhart turned all his attention to Varius Aricar, as other distractions subsided. “How many questions I have for you he said, towering over the short stout man.

“I didn’t know Bashar was going to move against you, I swear, said Aricar, “His decision is a surprise to me.”

“Where did you find him?” asked Rickhart to the black-shirt that had brought Aricar in.

“He was in the wine cellar, and more precisely in the wine,” said the black-shirt.

“I have an odd desire to believe you,” said Rickhart, turning his eyes back to Aricar, “But last time Bashar moved against the government, you were all to aware of it.”

“But so were you and President Grey,” observed Aricar, “In fact the word came from the President himself to destroy the Conservatives and seize the Emperor.”

Rickart’s eyes flicked towards the black-shirt on Aricar’s left. The black-shirt read Rickhart’s eyes, before pulling out his stunner and slamming it into Aricar’s side. Squealing in pain, Aricar’s knees bent and chest moved forward, as hundreds of volts raced through his fleshy body.

“I’m not convinced you know nothing about the military’s plans,” said Rickhart, “If I’m wrong, that’s very bad news for you. Now do you have anything else to say?”

Aricar shook his head. The blackshirt slammed the stunner again. Aricar fell to his knees, his head hung forward, his mouth ejecting a putrid mix of past food and drink, which splattered on the floor and on Aricar himself.

The situation room was quiet again, now turning its attention to Aricar. Rickhart swung around, bellowing at the top of his lungs, “Back to work.” As though beckoned by the word of God, they returned to the issuing of orders and the moving of markers, although the occasional glance was made back towards the struggling Aricar.

Rickhart turned back to Aricar, grabbing the stunner off the black-shirt, boldly saying, “Let me show you how to do this.”
He rammed the stunner into Aricar’s groin, but did not retract it. Aricar screamed, and ejected more putrid vomit, as he collapsed and fell onto his side.
Rickhart withdrew the stunner and handed it back to the black-shirt. “Now Mr Aricar, is there anything you would like to add? Rickhart asked in a voice verging on polite.

A voice across the room called out, “Chancellor Rickhart, we have an ID on one of the bombers.
“I’m busy,” Rickhart yelled back, “Now answer me Aricar.”
Aricar looked up at Rickhart, coughing up the last vomit, before rasping, “I know Bashar and the Generals plotting against President Grey. Grey didn’t keep his promises, so Bashar decided to start planning, stockpiling, biding his time. Bashar probably saw a chance to move his plans forward. Only last week, I visited Bashar and his plans were incomplete.”

“That explains why the attacks have been so blotched,” noted the black-shirt standing over Aricar, as though Rickhart couldn’t work that out for himself.

Rickhart readied his tape recorder and spoke into it, “Aricar knew in general of Bashar’s planned treachery, but Bashar moved before he was ready. The repositioning of black-shirts for today’s celebrations may have further made Bashar’s plans inappropriate.”

Rickhart then switched off the recorder before looking down at Aricar, “You were Bashar’s source in the government, now you will be our source in the military. You shall give Fredrick every detail of Bashar’s planning so we can stay one step ahead, alright.”

Rickhart nodded to the black-shirt, who grabbed the vomit covered Aricar by the collar and moved him over to Fredrick Johnson who was examining markers on the national situation map. “And someone clean up this mess,” yelled out Rickhart, referring to the vomit on the floor and the former General.

“Chancellor Rickhart,” said Alan Grains, of the Palace Press Office, “The media frenzy is growing. People are speculating over the terrorist attacks, the President and fighting in the streets.”

“We have lost another team of black-shirts in eastern Verica,” Rickhart heard above the inaudible mix of yelling.

“Say nothing,” responded Rickhart, pushing past Grains, “We can’t possibly let the public know what’s going on.

Rickhart continued towards the back of the situation room, “We had a bomber confirmed, who has the ID?”

A hand shot into the air, and Rickhart pushed towards it, and when finally reaching the attached body asked, “So who is it?

The middle age man by the name of Charles Reigner, a Lesser Chancellor in the Chancellery of Internal Affairs, pressed a button on the laptop in front of him, bringing up a photograph, with a list of facts beside it, “Peter Moss, one of Vanstone’s own.”

“A Conservative,” observed Rickhart, before recording, “The evidence that one of Vanstone’s own, Peter Moss, was implicated in the bombings, confirmed the doubts that the Conservatives were conspiring with the Shadow, most likely to interfere with the election.”

“He was responsible for the bomb that caught the President and his wife,” added the Reigner, “Footage shows him walking in, subtlety hiding the bomb and simply walking out.”

“I assume this is all on the mainframe,” said Rickhart, “Write down the file locations.”

Reigner quickly jotted down the locations before adding, “I am checking leads on other bombings, but they also seem to point to Conservatives.”

Rickhart grabbed the note and paced back over to Alan Grains. “I think we can make our first press release. We can blame the Conservatives, Justinian and Dumpsterdam all nice and neatly. And we might as well put arrest warrants for several Liberal backbenchers as well.”

“There is a fleet heading full speed to Ricco,” someone yelled out, breaking Rickhart’s attention. Rickhart proceeded to walk over to the nearest wall and beat his head against it repeatedly.

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OFFICIAL GOVERNMENT PRESS RELEASE

The Democratic Republic of Farmina at 11:47am came under attack by terrorists led by one who identifies himself only as the Shadow, during celebrations of the birth of the two billionth Farminan citizen. Moralist offices have been hit the most heavily, especially those working in the electoral campaign. Current estimates suggest about one hundred and fifty five separate blasts with over five thousand dead.

The government has now found proof that the Shadow is working with the underground Conservative movement, loyal to Justinian and the old empire, and has placed it in the public domain. Find attached associated proof. There is strong reason to believe Justinian himself is implicated in these blasts, and in turn, the Dumpsterdamians, who protect him. The Dumpsterdamians who wish to see him and his tyranny restored to the Farminan throne, to rule over Farmina in the name of their forsaken empire.

The targeting of the Moralist electoral campaign suggests that the Conservative-Dumpsterdamian conspirators wish to see the Moralists lose the elections and in fact place the Liberal opposition in power. The government has also put out arrest warrants for three Liberal Councilors; however the details of their crimes remain confidential for reasons of national security. Find warrant details attached.

The government urges people to stay indoors until the chaos is over. The government will protect the people of Farmina from the threats of tyranny posed by Conservatives and Empires alike. Remember that under the watchful eyes of President Tobias Grey you are safe.

The government can also confirm a single foreign aircraft was shot at in the skies east of Ricco.

GLORY UNDER GOD.

Alan Grains
Palace Press Office

Chancellery Samuel Licken & Acting Chancellery Paul Sullivan of Farmina

To the gentleman that lead the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for your government. We are more then welcome to send over three hundred million dollars worth of supplies to aid to the current state of your hospital system, we are more then willing to send two 4, 11, 14, 17, 22 and the 26 Medical Company to assist with your civilian medical staffs.

In order to protect these men we request to send some of our infantry, engineer and artillery units. These forces will also be able to hunt for the terrorists within your nation.

At this time, the Federal Republic of Canada will send an internal investigation into the background of your terrorists attack immediately.

If you need more my friends in Farmina, we'll be more then welcome to assist.

Iris Kayla Ryan
The President of the Federal Republic of Canada

The goverment of Vestern States is observing the increased military build-up with great consern.
Therefor, Vestern States is offering so take a peace-keeping mission to prevent the start of a conflict between nations.

Due to the terror attacks on Farmina, we concider it a much more important task of aiding Farmina with medical supplies, medical staff and ohter much-needed supplies.

To head up the peace-keeping, Vestern States Defence Ministry can deploy
51:st and 78:th Sea Patrol Divisions,and 99th, 45th and 134th Cruiser divisions, also,the Aircraft carriers VSNC Logaretis and VSNC Citadel will also be deployed if required.

This force will not participate in any actions, unless fired upon. It primary task is to act as a "wall" to prevent a conflict to errupt
The force will not attack any other vessel, it will only keep the peace in the region.

To: President Iris Kayla Ryan

All aid offers are accepted most graciously. Your offers of personal are most generous, but we must insist that no foreign military personnel enter our nation, unless we can be absolutely sure of their loyalty and discretion. We apologise if this sounds ungracious, but one can never be too cautious.

Jonathon Omedi
Lesser Chancellor of Foreign Affairs

To: Government of Vestern States

Your aid has arrived to open arms. We must advise caution in any military maneuvers you make in or near our waters. Any violation of our waters without permission will immediately be considered an act of war, and the response will be in line with such a consideration. Firing upon or obstructing a Farminan vessel will be considered an act of war. Firing upon, or obstructing a vessel that is delivering aid to Farmina will be considered an act of war. Firing upon, or obstructing non-Farminans, trying to enter or attack Farmina, without the permission of the Farminan government will be considered an act of loyalty.

We cannot trust those we are unfamiliar with, please do not make any attempt to enforce your good intentions within our borders.

Phillip Sullivan
Acting Chancellor of Foreign Affairs

TO: Chancellery of Foreign Affairs, Farmina
FROM Department of Foreign Affairs, Northern Colonies
SUBJECT: Recent Terror attacks

On behalf of the NC people, we wish to send our condolences to the people caught up in this situation. With the top-level negotiation going on about Crete, we are unable to deliver assistance to the people affected, in par with protocal. We wish you the very best in resovling the situation as soon as possible

Your Sincerely,
Alexander Peters
Department of Foreign Affairs
Northern Colonies

To: Government of Vestern States

Your aid has arrived to open arms. We must advise caution in any military maneuvers you make in or near our waters. Any violation of our waters without permission will immediately be considered an act of war, and the response will be in line with such a consideration. Firing upon or obstructing a Farminan vessel will be considered an act of war. Firing upon, or obstructing a vessel that is delivering aid to Farmina will be considered an act of war. Firing upon, or obstructing non-Farminans, trying to enter or attack Farmina, without the permission of the Farminan government will be considered an act of loyalty.

We cannot trust those we are unfamiliar with, please do not make any attempt to enforce your good intentions within our borders.

Phillip Sullivan
Acting Chancellor of Foreign Affairs

We have no intentions of entering your borders, our naval force are tasked with keping the situation under control, not escalate it. Therefor, the task-force are under strict rules of engagement.
The force will not:
Open fire unless fired upon.
Obstruct Farminian or other vessels
Enter Farminian territory, the force will stay in international water.

Our vessels will keep a distance of 15 nautical miles from your territorial bordes.

Our intentions are to keep the situation from escalating, if the situation gets too hostile, the naval task force will withdraw back to Vestern States

Ackvick is taken aback from the request from Farmina. A request to attack a nation's forces that seem to be trying to help? He couldn't answer it with a direct yes, but he had other ideas...

"Why do you want us to attack a nation's force that seems to want to help you?"


OOC: After your response to keep the flow, add the following (Click quote or highlight to view): "Alright, but to also prove loyalty, take a look at the other two peacekeeping operations we have commited during the past month [realtime about two weeks of posting]. We defended SkyCapt, and scared the enemy so much that they withdrew. As well, we removed a corrupt government with as minimal casualties as possible from the country of Newvaria. We believe in the same things, but you have to take our word for it."

To: President Iris Kayla Ryan

All aid offers are accepted most graciously. Your offers of personal are most generous, but we must insist that no foreign military personnel enter our nation, unless we can be absolutely sure of their loyalty and discretion. We apologise if this sounds ungracious, but one can never be too cautious.

Jonathon Omedi
Lesser Chancellor of Foreign Affairs

Then Mister Omedi, The Canadian Government will not send supplies, doctors and medical personnel to your country in grievance. Our intentions to send the military are for our own peoples' protection.

Iris Kayla Ryan
The President for the Federal Republic of Canada

Telegram to Farminian Goverment

Vestern States is asking if there is an posibillity to send civil medical personell to your nation. We are aware that you won´t let military personell enter your nation. Does this policy apply to civilian voulenteers?
Best Regards:
Raymond E Eriksson
Prime Minister of Vestern States

The president didn't have to wait long for the phone to buzz, he picked up the phone " yes, sussie did you get through to someone" " yes sir he doesn't seem to be the highest but he is the only one available" " alright patch me through" there was a moments pause then a little blip that ment he was through "yes, hello this is the president of piglatnia we understand you are having some troubles so we would like to help, is there anything we can do?"

Khur looked at the battleships. He shook his head. Then he smiled. "Do it." A firestorm swallowed(sp?) up two ships as mines exploded. The fragments of the mines flung themselves into the other ships, killing some sailors(not many, but some).

The helicopters turned swiftly, soon facing the battleships. They fired their weapons, the three without missles flying toward the ships. One helicopters was shot and flew down into the water, while the other two kept flying. One helicopters managed to crash into the bridge of a larger battlership, killnig the commander and most of the crew(in the bridge), the fragments dropping onto the ship and into the water. The other helicopter was not so lucky. It's target ship was more accurate, so it managed only to be shot down. The only lucky thing in that was that the gun manged to over heat enough and the blades managed to catch fire from slicing agiasnt the hull fo the ship so that it exploded. But the explosion only caused a hole above the water level, causing almost no damage. It did, however, cause the top of the ship to crumble, slowrer and slower until it stopped. The gunmen feared for capsizing the ship.

The boats sped forward as the fires spread to other ships(but caused less damage) and the snipers shot the crew men and the gun men, slowly but surely reducing the amount of men on a ship.

"You fools! Do not attack the small, yet great, nation of Quere! Watch your men burn because of your leader's action!" Soon the ships managed to brush against land. A truck then exploded having ran across a mine, as another boat blew up from a shell hitting it. The soldiers fired as they stormed the land. Shells continued to explode all around them, killing men.

(OOC:I know this may seem god-moding, but the death toll doesn't have to be that high. Atleast 5 men, though. And I know I "commanded" your troops, but I was getting my men killed in the process, wasn't I?)

To: Government of Vestern States

The conditions you describe to purposefully avoid hostility are acceptable to the Farminan government, however we request that you clarify that in fact you intend to stay 15nm out of territorial waters, not 15nm from our coast.

Although we advise against sending civilian personal, they may enter, although may not leave until the lockdown is over.

Again we thank you for your aid provisions.

Phillip Sullivan
Acting Chancellor of Foreign Affairs

“Commander Ackvick,” said Phillip Sullivan, switching back to line 1, “Those who you think have come to help us, just launched an unprovoked attack on our fleet. We need you help now.”

Sullivan failed to point out that the enemy controlled Farmina’s fleet, but it was a matter of principle, no one could be forgiven for attacking the great fleets.

There was silence before the Commander responded, “ Alright, but to also prove loyalty, take a look at the other two peacekeeping operations we have commited during the past month. We defended SkyCapt, and scared the enemy so much that they withdrew. As well, we removed a corrupt government with as minimal casualties as possible from the country of Newvaria. We believe in the same things, but you have to take our word for it.”

“We need the help right now,” repeated Sullivan.

Sullivan switched lines, back to line 3, “Mr President of Piglatnia. At the moment we mainly want medical supplies, although word is coming in of a foreign force launching a surprise attack on our fleet.”

http://kfox.gamehorizons.net/Pacitalia/coatofarms_Medovicia.jpg
Official Statement, Ministry of International Relations and Foreign Affairs (MIRFA)
Federal Government of the Democratic Capitalist Republic of Pacitalia

To: Phillip Sullivan, Acting Chancellor of Foreign Affairs
From: Kemal Bezir Araz, Agustinate of International Relations




Dear Mr Sullivan -

Let me express the deepest, heartfelt condolences on behalf of the Pacitalian people for this terrible tragedy which has befallen the noble people of Farmina. Although our roads have never truly been parallel, we are greatly saddened by these events and wish only the speediest and most positive recovery for your people.

Please do not hesitate to ask if you would like the Pacitalian government to send you any relief materials, or donations. Pacitalian corporations have already contacted us asking how they can help you in your time of need.

Stay safe, and may God rest with you.



Sincera in domina bene,

Kemal Bezir Araz
Agustinate of International Relations
Democratic Capitalist Republic of Pacitalia

Ackvick responds: "Alright, we will do as you request. However, I will give them 30 seconds to retreat, and hold their fire. If they don't respond, they will be destroyed."

Ackvick felt uneasy about this whole situation. "And by the way, we didn't lose a transport to them. It took heavy damage, but it made it home."

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"Sir! We have new orders from HQ."

AJ turns around towards the subordinate. "Patch it."

The communicator goes live. "This is Ackvick. I want your air forces flying towards the Ricco region, and to attack the Quere fleet."

AJ jaw drops. "You're bullshitting me!"

"Afraid not, Dasch. They requested it. They are attacking the fleet. They could be allies, or enemies, we don't know for sure. But the leadership does want them taken out. However, I have said to Farmina that we are to give them a window to surrender and retreat, but a very short one. I said 30 seconds. That should be enough to get them to silence their guns."

"Will do." Dasch replies. "But I still feel uneasy about this."

"Me too, Dasch. Me too. Ackvick out."

The communication ends, and AJ gets up. "Alright people, I want Alpha and Bravo flights flying high cover over the fighter bombers as all the fighter bomber wings to spread out and engage the entire fleet in one fell swoop. Charlie and Delta flights are to cover the transports as they land on the other side of the country. Make sure that none of the transports get shot down! Move out!"

He then picks up the communicator, and gets in touch with the Quere invasion fleet. "This is Force Commander AJ Dasch to Quere fleet commander. We ask you to withdrawl from the Farmina coast immediately. You have thirty seconds to cease fire and to withdrawl!"

"umm, well ok we aren't the best medicaly speaking, but we have very good plastice surgeons. we will send you some of those and our best doctors. all we need from you is some safe place to land, when they get to the boundries of your waters they will radio for some place to land have it ready for them. Also seeing as how you are under attack may we send an escort for our helecopters?"

Khur was stunned. They were there to help! He then responed. "Roger, Commander." He put the phone away. "Fall back! They gave us a chance, and we don't have one for winning!" The soldiers and trucks boarded the boats, a white flag waving. THe ships stopped fire. They floated out. Khur picked up his phone. "Comamnder, we are floating. Do you want to capture us, or let us go? I have know enemies who were really...confusing, so that is why I ask you. Need we go? We were only defending outselves. We will also pay for the damage."


(OOC: this had better be a test...lol)

Khur looked at the battleships. He shook his head. Then he smiled. "Do it." A firestorm swallowed(sp?) up two ships as mines exploded. The fragments of the mines flung themselves into the other ships, killing some sailors(not many, but some).

The helicopters turned swiftly, soon facing the battleships. They fired their weapons, the three without missles flying toward the ships. One helicopters was shot and flew down into the water, while the other two kept flying. One helicopters managed to crash into the bridge of a larger battlership, killnig the commander and most of the crew(in the bridge), the fragments dropping onto the ship and into the water. The other helicopter was not so lucky. It's target ship was more accurate, so it managed only to be shot down. The only lucky thing in that was that the gun manged to over heat enough and the blades managed to catch fire from slicing agiasnt the hull fo the ship so that it exploded. But the explosion only caused a hole above the water level, causing almost no damage. It did, however, cause the top of the ship to crumble, slowrer and slower until it stopped. The gunmen feared for capsizing the ship.

The boats sped forward as the fires spread to other ships(but caused less damage) and the snipers shot the crew men and the gun men, slowly but surely reducing the amount of men on a ship.

"You fools! Do not attack the small, yet great, nation of Quere! Watch your men burn because of your leader's action!" Soon the ships managed to brush against land. A truck then exploded having ran across a mine, as another boat blew up from a shell hitting it. The soldiers fired as they stormed the land. Shells continued to explode all around them, killing men.

(OOC:I know this may seem god-moding, but the death toll doesn't have to be that high. Atleast 5 men, though. And I know I "commanded" your troops, but I was getting my men killed in the process, wasn't I?)

OOC: What happened to little bite size pieces? I am going to ignore large parts of this because they are godmoddish, unrealistic, and I have no idea of what your fleet consists of.

IC:

The flag ship Leviticus shook as the sound of an explosion rang in Admiral Green’s ears. Sirens turned red as the ship shook. “The bastards attacked us,” someone yelled in complete surprise.

“Hold fire,” said the Admiral sternly, “Commence phase 1.”

The sound of bullets making twang noises made the Admiral feel like laugh; the fools were trying to attack the armoured monstrosities with bullets.

The Leviticus’ double cannon swung around towards the encroaching in Queren fleet. The other destroyers and battleships also lined up their cannons, as enemy fire came in.

Five submarines steadied in a half circle around the Queren fleet each released spread of torpedos simultaneously from their watery ambush. Overhead fighter jets (30) raced towards the Queren fleet, preparing to dive bomb the Queren fleet simultaneously with the torpedo hits.

“Helicopters,” someone yelled in the Leviticus command room.

Anti-aircraft missiles flew up from the Farminan fleet at the Queren fleet, as a second round of jets (10) was scrambled to shoot the helicopters down.

OOC:
3rd Farminan fleet: Currently preventing Querens from reaching Ricco harbour

3 Aircraft Carriers: 100 F-A 18 Fighter Jets Each
7 Cruisers
5 Destroyers
5 Attack Class Submarines
1 Command Class Battleship
6 Frigate Class Attack Ships
3 Missile Frigates

Phillip Sullivan watched as his screen bleeped with a message from Pacilitia. “Someone else can deal with it,” Sullivan thought to himself, sending the communiqué back to the chancellery.

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To: Kemal Bezir Araz, Agustinate of International Relations

Your nation’s condolences are welcomed warmly. Supplies especially medical supplies are needed, and any airdrops will be greatly appreciated. However we are currently having troubles with a foreign fleet, so please don’t fly near the city of Ricco or the nearby area.

Jonathon Omedi
Lesser Chancellor of Foreign Affairs

"umm, well ok we aren't the best medicaly speaking, but we have very good plastice surgeons. we will send you some of those and our best doctors. all we need from you is some safe place to land, when they get to the boundries of your waters they will radio for some place to land have it ready for them. Also seeing as how you are under attack may we send an escort for our helecopters?"

The words 'safe place' were meaningless in Farmina, there was no safe place.

"Verica airstrip," suggested Sullivan before switching lines.

"Sir, they are completely withdrawling from the area. They are waving a white flag."

Dasch sighs in relief. "Good work, fly cover to make sure nothing happens, and cover their escape by a simple show of force. Commence the rest of the operation."

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Ackvick gives a sigh of relief. "Good work. You've probably said it already, but complete the operation, and get our men on the ground."

"Yes, sir." Dasch replies, and shuts down the comms. He saids a new communique to Farmina.

"We've done what you have asked, the Quere are retreating, and are completely withdrawling from the area. Now that we have shown you our faith, can we continue with this operation?"

TO: Chancellery of Foreign Affairs, Farmina
FROM Department of Foreign Affairs, Northern Colonies
SUBJECT: Recent Terror attacks

On behalf of the NC people, we wish to send our condolences to the people caught up in this situation. With the top-level negotiation going on about Crete, we are unable to deliver assistance to the people affected, in par with protocal. We wish you the very best in resovling the situation as soon as possible

Your Sincerely,
Alexander Peters
Department of Foreign Affairs
Northern Colonies

To: Department of Foreign Affairs, Northern Colonies

Your sympathy is noted. We also hope continuing talks between our nations are successful.

Peter Joans
Chancellery for Foreign Affairs

"alright bfan in need your ministry to find out where Verica airstrip is i guess we can send an escort as he didn't say no"

" yes sir i will have the four helecopters preped"

"make it 5 i would like to come too, maybe it would help stabalize there citizens if a president from another nation went over there."

"sir are you sure about that"

"yeah and i only need 2 body gaurds non of your spy people folowing me"

"okay sir i will get on it" and with that the minister of out-of-nation excurtions left.

the president stood up and went to go pack, 'hope my wife will understand' was the only thought of regret that ocured to him.

piglatnian airbase, location unknown

two men in black suits saluted as the president came on to the airfeild. "no need for that gentlemen, were all friends here" "yes sir" came the brisk militerestic reply. the president sighed "you guys are never much fun".
the president borded the helecopter followed by the suits. when everyone was in the helecopter lifted off to join the rest and head to Farmina.

OOC: What happened to little bite size pieces? I am going to ignore large parts of this because they are godmoddish, unrealistic, and I have no idea of what your fleet consists of.
IC:
The flag ship Leviticus shook as the sound of an explosion rang in Admiral Green’s ears. Sirens turned red as the ship shook. “The bastards attacked us,” someone yelled in complete surprise.
“Hold fire,” said the Admiral sternly, “Commence phase 1.”
The sound of bullets making twang noises made the Admiral feel like laugh; the fools were trying to attack the armoured monstrosities with bullets.
The Leviticus’ double cannon swung around towards the encroaching in Queren fleet. The other destroyers and battleships also lined up their cannons, as enemy fire came in.
Five submarines steadied in a half circle around the Queren fleet each released spread of torpedos simultaneously from their watery ambush. Overhead fighter jets (30) raced towards the Queren fleet, preparing to dive bomb the Queren fleet simultaneously with the torpedo hits.
“Helicopters,” someone yelled in the Leviticus command room.
Anti-aircraft missiles flew up from the Farminan fleet at the Queren fleet, as a second round of jets (10) was scrambled to shoot the helicopters down.
OOC:
3rd Farminan fleet: Currently preventing Querens from reaching Ricco harbour
3 Aircraft Carriers: 100 F-A 18 Fighter Jets Each
7 Cruisers
5 Destroyers
5 Attack Class Submarines
1 Command Class Battleship
6 Frigate Class Attack Ships
3 Missile Frigates
OOC:The little peices? Your choice. And I had already reached the shore then left.

IC:Khur felt the rippling of water as a torpedo sped past his ship. He heard and saw, as well as felt, the explosion from the ship the blew up moments later. More ships exploded. He looked in disbelief at the lead commander. "We have surrendered! But no, FOOLS." Just then, more mines exploded. The submienes were hit, but very few. Only on managed to get a hole, and even that was very small. Then another row of mines exploded and sunk a ship, damaged two others. Khur smiled. Sadly, a torpedoe came. Luckily, he saw it. He shouted, "Jump!" and almost everyone managed to jump. He was pne of those that did jump. The boat exploded and men screamed from pain and the fires the envelpoed them. He swam to another ship, glimsping the submarines. He gave the postions and mines exploded, hitting more submarines this time.
"We only are defending ourselves! If you stop, we will pay as much we can for this sad damage we have caused you. Please, we surrender and were only trying to help you, but you attacked us! I know we are considered(sp?) aterroist nation, but what have you done to us? Nothing, prior to the attacks. We only attacked you here because we were defending ourselves.Let us talk IN PEACE and learnfrom each other."

OOC:Really, is this war or just a test?

OOC: Snap, didn't see that. But read the WHOLE thing and you'll understand why we did what we did.

Khur was stunned. They were there to help! He then responed. "Roger, Commander." He put the phone away. "Fall back! They gave us a chance, and we don't have one for winning!" The soldiers and trucks boarded the boats, a white flag waving. THe ships stopped fire. They floated out. Khur picked up his phone. "Comamnder, we are floating. Do you want to capture us, or let us go? I have know enemies who were really...confusing, so that is why I ask you. Need we go? We were only defending outselves. We will also pay for the damage."


(OOC: this had better be a test...lol)

Admiral Green looked observed that the enemy fleet seemed to be giving up with the arrival of a third force, unknown to him.

“Do not abort the torpedoes,” he ordered, “Do not abort the fighter runs.”

He then picked up his communicator, “Commander Khur, this is Admiral Green of Farminan 3rd Fleet, of the Navy of the Son, of the Military of the Democratic Republic of Farmina. Surrender all your ships to us as of this instance. You were warned before and you did not heed.”

OOC:I did heed, but then you attacked me! Eh.

IC:
"Roger." He sighed. Explosives exploded, but not from them. "S**t! Jump!" Many men jumped, but others were unlucky. They were shot or killed fro mexplosinos caused by torpedoes and the fighter jets. The men jsut stayed there, showing loyalty and obedience to Khur, who showed these traits to Farmina. Less men died, but men still died.

Dasch, watching the battle from orbiting satellies, notices that the Farmina fleet is still firing on the Quere ships. "They're retreating. Them bastards."

He turns around. "Tell the fighter bombers to strafe their guns in front of the Farmina ships, as a 'warning across their bow'. I want them to hold fire. If we can scare them enough, they might hold fire."

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The jets overhead recieve the orders. "Alright, Gamma and Delta flights, pick your targets, and strafe in front of the targets! We are not to shoot them, but to warn them! Break and engage!"

The jets scream downwards towards the ships, and fire their guns in front of the great fleet of Farmina. They notice.

The president looked out the window, what a beutiful ocean he thought. he hadn't flown that much and when he had he was busy with other stuff. but it was around midnight and he was tired so he fell asleep. when he awoke they were landing. when they were fully landed he was fully awake, he steped out on the tarmac. nice place i could retire here.

OOC:I did heed, but then you attacked me! Eh.

IC:
"Roger." He sighed. Explosives exploded, but not from them. "S**t! Jump!" Many men jumped, but others were unlucky. They were shot or killed fro mexplosinos caused by torpedoes and the fighter jets. The men jsut stayed there, showing loyalty and obedience to Khur, who showed these traits to Farmina. Less men died, but men still died.

OOC: Actually he was going to call off the attack after a full surrender.

"Cease the attack," ordered Admiral Green, "Prepare boarding parties, call for support. We have prisoners."

He stepped up to the front of the command room, staring out at the beaten enemy, before sending a message to the enemy, "Commander Khur, we are coming to take your men and your ships. If you recomence conflict we shall send you to the bottom of the ocean."

OOC: And I had already reached the shore then left.
OOC:
How did you reach the shore and leave again when there was a fleet between the two?

I told you to RP in little steps.

The president looked out the window, what a beutiful ocean he thought. he hadn't flown that much and when he had he was busy with other stuff. but it was around midnight and he was tired so he fell asleep. when he awoke they were landing. when they were fully landed he was fully awake, he steped out on the tarmac. nice place i could retire here.

The noise of an explosion wrang out in the distance as battles in Verica streets continued.

The black-shirts guarding the airstrip were most surprised as the President of Piglatinia walked out of the jet. “Are you sure your in the right nation?” asked one of the black-shirts, “And if you are in the right nation, what are you doing in Farmina?”

Ackvick gives a sigh of relief. "Good work. You've probably said it already, but complete the operation, and get our men on the ground."

"Yes, sir." Dasch replies, and shuts down the comms. He saids a new communique to Farmina.

"We've done what you have asked, the Quere are retreating, and are completely withdrawling from the area. Now that we have shown you our faith, can we continue with this operation?"

Sullivan switched back to line 1. “Commander Ackvick, so you were successful,” he said, having no other evidence other Ackvick’s word. “I suppose you have permission to land a SMALL force at Verica airstrip. We shall you more of the situation when your forces have landed.”

Eighty thousand feet above Earth's surface

"Suppose we should 'radio' in?"

"Dear Gods! They still have those?!"

"Yep."

The copilot shook his head sadly. "Maybe if they spent less time killing each other and more time doing some research..."

"Anyway, let's get this over with. I'd like to be back with my wife and kids for supper tonight." A switch was flipped.

The copilot spoke through the transmitter. "Air traffic control for Farmina, this is Krioval ship echo-four-eight, carrying medical supplies for the relief effort. Our current approach vector is oh-three-seven degrees, forward speed approximately seven-point-two-six thousand kilometers per hour. That should put us at the border of your airspace in six-point-one-nine minutes. We are requesting permission to enter and instructions for landing. Be aware that our navigational deflection systems are fully energized, and for security reasons must remain so until we have landed. If this presents a problem, please direct us to a neutral location outside of your airspace." The switch was flipped back to receive signals.

"You told 'em about the shields?"

"Eh. Don't want 'em tryin' to shoot us down. That'd really suck."

*****************************************

Torokara City, Krioval

"The question remains, then, exactly who we could send to Farmina who wouldn't be killed on arrival. Bloody barbarians, to the man," Raijin paused for emphasis, "and that coming from me. Yes, yes, I'm well aware of my reputation. And for your information, Yuri, I've killed fewer than a hundred enemy soldiers and traitors. Judged by courts, nearly all of them. So don't give me that look."

"What look would that be?" Yuri continued to give the Commander "that look".

Raijin growled softly. "You know exactly which look. The look of 'I'm more insert-something-good-here than you'. The look of judgment. You're hardly in a position to do so."

Yuri sighed but banished the expression from his face instantly. Diplomatic training was good for something after all. He sighed dramatically, as if to clarify that his compliance was out of respect rather than intimidation. "Look gone. Anyway, I'd suggest a Catholic. That way they'd get into hot water holding one of their own hostage." The Director grinned evilly. "Pick the right one and Farmina would be doing us a favor killing him. Not to mention how we could spin it afterward."

"Continue." Raijin prided himself on being honorable, but this was too tempting to pass up. Besides, it wasn't like they wanted someone to die - it could simply be made to work out if the right one did. "Have they elected a new Archbishop yet?"

"I believe so." Yuri threw down a dossier. "His name is Christopher Jones."

"An odd name for a Kriovalian, isn't it?"

"His family recently emigrated from North America. Saint Paul, Minnesota. Terribly cold place, if I recall correctly."

"This coming from a Russian?"

"Sokolevs are from the south of Russia - it's not all Siberia and polar bears, Raijin!"

The Commander laughed. "Noted. Get Archbishop Jones on the commlink. Let's see if he's willing to make a trip."

*****************************************

To Acting Chancellor Phillip Sullivan, Division of Foreign Affairs, Democratic Republic of Farmina

Dear Acting Chancellor Sullivan:

In deference to your nation's spiritual views, the government of Krioval, in collaboration with our branch of the Catholic Church, has decided to send as goodwill ambassador to Farmina his Excellency the Archbishop Christopher Jones of Bralos. He is well versed in the affairs of governance, and it is my personal belief that his presence in Farmina would be to the benefit of the local populace as both spiritual comforter and a reminder that your God's influence extends far beyond your borders. We eagerly await your reply.

Director Yuri Sokolev
Division of Foreign Relations
Armed Republic of Krioval

“The Queren fleet has run up a white flag,” someone in the Palace situation room yelled out, “It appears they are surrendering to the military.”

Dan Rickhart didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. It stopped the foreigners stirring up trouble in the bee-hive called Ricco, but it meant the military now had one less enemy between it and running its fleet down the River Verica and blasting the palace apart.

It turned to the map of the nation as a whole. “How useful is Mr Aricar?” he asked, looking over at Fredrick Johnson.

“He seems to be being honest,” said Johnson, “He has predicted eighty percent of Bashar’s moves correctly. We are really causing them problems in the east and north.”

Rickhart closed his eyes. The Moralists were holding out, but once the military moved its full weight out of Ricco, and to a lesser extent the west coast, Verica was doomed to fall.

“Will Bashar move some light ships down the River Verica?” asked Rickhart, tracing his finger from Ricco, along the coast, and down the river that gushed through the heart of the city.

“The Supreme Commander wants the palace in one piece,” rasped Aricar evasively.

“And the presence of Mes and Vestern State forces gives a last line of defense should we call on it,” added Johnson.

Rickhart ran his hand through this gray hair, “Letting the world know, that the Farminan government is in a state of war with its own military will be suicide, opening ourselves to the ravens. It would be to die slowly instead of quickly. No, the truth must never come out.”

Aricar again took turn to speak; his eyes still brimmed with fear, “The Supreme Commander did have plans to move ships down the river, but only as a last resort. He suspected that the river might be mined, which would cause massive havoc. His plans if he was to move along the river, was two fold. First use the river as a way of delivering troops into the very heart of Verica unopposed. The second part would to be to bring heavy cannons down the river and blast away any targets. If matters were so desperate, the White Palace itself.”

Rickhart was distracted by someone yelling out, “The President of Piglatnia has landed on the north eastern airstrip.”

“He did what?” yelled back Rickhart, infuriated at the foreigner’s insanity, “Have him escorted here. What am I going to do with a foreign president?”

The man on the other side of the room didn’t respond, he was already issuing orders back to the airstrip.

“Kriovalian supply ship approaching,” yelled out another voice, but for all Rickhart cared, it could be blown out of the sky, by either side.

A Lesser Chancellor, by the name of Ryan Jefferies, tapped Rickhart on the back, as Rickhart’s attention returned to the may, and asked, “Chancellor Rickhart, are you aware that Chancellor Johnson has permitted Mes forces to land in Farmina?”

“No,” said Rickhart, “Do we have any idea why he is letting foreigners come here?”

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“This is Verica AirControl to Krioval echo-four-eight. You have permission to land in the north western airstrip. Our men are waiting to help you unpack,” said the black-shirt, waiting patiently for the Kriovalians to land.

OOC:Really, is this war or just a test?

OOC: No, you are really under attack. Thats what happens when you violate another nations borders.


Now is there anything I have forgotten to respond to?

"Sir, we have confirmation to land in Farmina. Verica airstrip. They ask for a small force."

"Well, that is good news," Dasch replies. "Alright, tell the transports to start landing at the airstrip. However, even though our force is 'small' by our standards, I don't know if it will qualify. There's 50,000 troops, 20 Destructor tanks, and 10 H-90 attack choppers in these transports. Once we land, we will find out. If they say the force is too large, take some of it away."

"Yes, sir!" he hears, as they start relaying more orders.

"Sir, warning shots completed. They stopped firing, but it seems to be because the other force surrendered."

"Damn," Dasch replies. "There's nothing we can do right now. Later we will do something, but I know that we have our hands tied. Tell them to form back up, and prepare for airstrikes against Farmina rebels if requested."

"Yes, sir!" he hears.

"I'm going to head to Farmina personally. Get the next in command in here."

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The transports start descending on the airstrip, in a complete line. In the sky, it looks almost like an airborne train. They start landing in file, and stopping within twenty meters of each other, which then taxi to the tarmac. Once they stop, thousands of troops start filing out, and the tanks roll out of the back. The helicopters are taken out, and prepare to have them unpacked for battle.

The ground commander [OOC: Not Dasch] approaches one of the Farmina officials stationed at the airport to greet him.

“Ah commander,” said the black-shirt assigned to meet the Mes officer, “Chancellor Rickhart still hasn’t authorized you complete access to the facts. However we can say that Farminan elements other than the terrorists are moving against the government. We must insist that your forces continue to restrain themselves, at the moment you have only been authorized to bolster the defenses of northern Verica, should our own forces falter.”

He paused before adding, “Which considering how badly we are outnumbered is inevitable.”

The Naval Taskforce, codenamed TaskForce One, arrived at it´s designated area some 15 nm from Farminias territorial border. The ships dropped their anchers 800 meters from each other.
For the moment, the only ships missing were the Aircraftcarriers, the Logaretis and the Citadel. They ere still 5 hours away.
Therefor, the Taskforce conistet for the moment of the divisions with the heavy cruisers, as the carriers also carried the naval patrol planes.

TaskForce One:s mission was not to get involved in combat unless they were fired upon. In that case, 12th, 88th, 54th, 99th, 109th, 44th and 70th Naval Attack commands were to be dispatched from the rest of the aircraftcarriers with the sole mission of destroying any hostile crafts in the area with superior local airsupremacy. But that was still concidered as a "Worst Case Scenario"
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The Prime Ministers office was dark, as it was nigth and most of the staff had gone home.
But not the Prime Minister, he was still working on the last details on next years budget reform.
There was a knock on the door.
"Yes, come in" He said
The minsiter privat messenger entered the room
"Sir, i`ve recived a report from Commander Becket, TaskForce One" he said quickly
"Ah, yes, well, let me se"
The minsiter read the telegram with great interest

"Okay, thats good, the carriers are still some distance away but it shuldent be a problem. Have we got a reaction from Farmina due to our deployment outside their borders?"

"No, we haven´t, but i think we should get one soon"
"Good, very good"
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Telegram
To: Goverment of Farmina
From: Goverment of Vestern States

We are to inform you that TaskForce One has arrived at it´s deignated area, 15nm from Your territorial waters. Due to the hostile situation developing in Your country, we can take wounded and sick civilians aboard one of our medical ships.
We are also asking of our peace-keeping force to be regarded as "neutral" as their task is to keep the peace, not enforcing it


Best Regards
Raymond E Eriksson
Prime Minister of Vestern States

To Those it May Concern

Those of us here in Angelic Freedom happily support and bestow our congratulations to those that have conspired to attack this nation. It is in these attacks that we make our world a better place, and rid the world of those that trespass the very sanctity of humanity.

Angelic Freedom affirms that the world will be a better place once these wretched nations fall to our glory. Terrorism is our means of liberating the oppressed and tired people of the world. To those that stand against our righteous might and ferocity, beware, you will fall to our hidden sword.

Yours impathetically,

The Pernicious Blonde Shadow

Tag

It was late in the evening in the burgeoning metropolis of the Democratic Republic of Manea's capital city of Alderast and most of the nation's nearly 3 billion people lay sleeping. President Fej was among those as he lay resting with his wife of 15 years in the Presidential Palace when suddenly he was suddenly awoken by the sound of his emergency telephone blaring out its obnoxious ring tone.

Ever since he had pledged to help democratic nations of the world everywhere fight against the evils of terrorism and corrupt forms of government everywhere that phone had been ringing all too often... It almost made him regret his decision on that until he remembered that it was the main cause for his 5th consecutive reelection. Manea's vast array of both civilian and military defense forces were no doubt of great use to any struggling democracy in a time of need. He reached for the phone, it was his chief military advisor 5 star Gen Franzi Franco.

"This is President Fej, what's the situation that requires waking me up at this ungodly hour?"
"Mr. President, I apologize for the lateness of the hour but this situation is of the utmost importance and requires your immediate attention. It appears that the Democratic Republic of Farmina has been attacked by an internal terrorist group known to our intelligence organizations as "The Shadow". The attacks occurred during the celebration of the birth of the 2 billionth citizen of Farmina and since then the country has almost certainly erupted into chaos. Some nations have come to Farmina's aid already and there are reports that another nation has made an attempted invasion of her borders. We're not all that sure what exactly is going on but reports range from full civil war between the government and the miltary to a simple disorganized terrorist attack. We thought it the utmost importance to inform you sir."

Fej looked aghast at the remark. Nothing as bizarre as this had happened in quite some time and it was a pivotal moment for him to take advantage of this situation and win come more crucial public support as the Congressional Elections drew near and his party's support figures were slipping. "Right then, I want you to get me on the phone with whoever happens to be in charge of the government right now and to also mobilize the 3rd Division of the Rapid Response Force. I want to make sure that the government of Farmina knows that the people of Manea are here to help them in their time of need. Such support may win for us a powerful ally!"

"Right sir, I'll do that for you now." "Thank you Gen Franco, as always."

"Very well," the MES commander on the ground replied. "According to our sources, you will need every man you can get. Because of this, this force has been ordered to be considered your own army under your own control until the situation has passed. As well, we have twenty million more troops prepared to be moved out if required."

OOC: Add this once you respond to the above:

[Reply 1]"We suggest that we move to protect your palace immediately, as I could imagine that that would be the primary target."

[Reply 2]"We also have orders to evacuate the entire government if requested, so your government cannot be captured and killed, thus ruining what you have left. We have a mobile command center for your government to use so your government does not lose its effectiveness."

Rickhart picked up a strip of paper and began to read, “The military, Justinian, the surviving Conservatives, Dumpsterdam, the Liberal Block, ethnics, Random Kingdom, Rotovia, Cretans, Sinearans, Crazed Marines, the scattered White Guard, NATO, Mondoth, the Socialists, the list goes on…”


OOC: Hmmm... it would seem that our nations still mutually distrust each other...

I can't really ICly reply to this accusation, because I haven't really read the RP.

OOC: helecopter not jet, but whatever.

IC: "yes i am sure i am in the right place, and the only reason i am in the right place is because i feel that it would show to your civilians that they are safe if a president from another nation came during this crises" The president stepped away from the helecoter towards the men "these are my suits" the two body gaurds nodded "they aren't much fun i hope you two are"

OOC: What? I was asking to land. I would have pulled out. NAd you did authorize me, anyway.

IC:Khur sighed. They had lost. He, along with his men, floated in the water, glad that they would soon be out and the firing has stopped.
"We have done nothing, only obeyed, and when you attacked, defend ourselves. What have we done that was so bad?" shouted Khur, though not angerly.

To Those it May Concern

Those of us here in Angelic Freedom happily support and bestow our congratulations to those that have conspired to attack this nation. It is in these attacks that we make our world a better place, and rid the world of those that trespass the very sanctity of humanity.

Angelic Freedom affirms that the world will be a better place once these wretched nations fall to our glory. Terrorism is our means of liberating the oppressed and tired people of the world. To those that stand against our righteous might and ferocity, beware, you will fall to our hidden sword.

Yours impathetically,

The Pernicious Blonde Shadow

Well you certainly don't concern us. Leave us alone or be swatted like a bug.

Jonathon Omedi
Lesser Chancellor of Foreign Affairs

OOC: What? I was asking to land. I would have pulled out. NAd you did authorize me, anyway.

IC:Khur sighed. They had lost. He, along with his men, floated in the water, glad that they would soon be out and the firing has stopped.
"We have done nothing, only obeyed, and when you attacked, defend ourselves. What have we done that was so bad?" shouted Khur, though not angerly.
OOC: Sorry, your writing can seem very confused at times. It sounded like you were claiming you HAD landed troops.

IC: Small boats of Farminan troops poured out into the ruins of the Queren fleet, preparing to board the remaining ships and collecting the Querens in the water.

One private threw out his hand to Khur to help him up, “What did you do to us? How about open fire and move towards the mighty fortress city of Ricco?”

Another soldier on the same rescue boat was already searching another rescued Queren; every potential weapon was to be found and removed, from every one of the Farminan military’s new prisoners.

"Very well," the MES commander on the ground replied. "According to our sources, you will need every man you can get. Because of this, this force has been ordered to be considered your own army under your own control until the situation has passed. As well, we have twenty million more troops prepared to be moved out if required."
The black-shirt gave the Mes Commander a harsh look, “The time it will take to deploy millions will have long seen the end of this situation.”

The Commander responded, “We suggest that we move to protect your palace immediately, as I could imagine that that would be the primary target.”

“This way,” suggested the black-shirt, leading the Commander to a waiting vehicle.

“We also have orders to evacuate the entire government if requested, so your government cannot be captured and killed, thus ruining what you have left. We have a mobile command center for your government to use so your government does not lose its effectiveness,” walking towards the armoured jeep.

“Moving the government may be more difficult than you think,” said the black-shirt opening the door on the jeep, “I assume your men will follow on?”

OOC: Sorry, your writing can seem very confused at times. It sounded like you were claiming you HAD landed troops.

IC: Small boats of Farminan troops poured out into the ruins of the Queren fleet, preparing to board the remaining ships and collecting the Querens in the water.

One private threw out his hand to Khur to help him up, “What did you do to us? How about open fire and move towards the mighty fortress city of Ricco?”

Another soldier on the same rescue boat was already searching another rescued Queren; every potential weapon was to be found and removed, from every one of the Farminan military’s new prisoners.
Khur scowled at him. "Great city, eh? Such a strong military to let us destory two of you ships." He laughed at that. He turned from the soldier, hanidng over all his weapons. "I want to be realsed. At least just me. I feel it would be...best for both our countries." He sat, showing no anger, but no saddness either. Was that...? Yes, it was. He was...glad to have been caught.

OOC: helecopter not jet, but whatever.

IC: "yes i am sure i am in the right place, and the only reason i am in the right place is because i feel that it would show to your civilians that they are safe if a president from another nation came during this crises" The president stepped away from the helecoter towards the men "these are my suits" the two body gaurds nodded "they aren't much fun i hope you two are"

“Chancellor Rickhart has ordered for you to attend the White Palace,” said a black-shirt going only by the name of Jeffery, “I assume you will comply.”

Jeffery pointed to a black limo, with heavily tinted windows and a door hanging open.

" oh good, i was hoping i wouldn't have to find a hotel, are my suits invited too?" the president than started towards the limo. "not as nice as mine but it will do, do yours have any guns mounted on it?"

“Only one ship is truly beyond repair,” observed Private Williams, searching Khur for weapons; by hand and with metal scanner, “Plus your fleet shall more than cover our losses.”

“Alright, we’re full,” yelled Sergeant Bates, turning the boat around, to take Khur and the others on the small boat to Ricco for processing.

" oh good, i was hoping i wouldn't have to find a hotel, are my suits invited too?" the president than started towards the limo. "not as nice as mine but it will do, do yours have any guns mounted on it?"

"Your suits are welcome, and no we don't attach guns to our limos," said Jeffery, closing the door after the President and taking a seat in the front.

Jeffery looked out the window as the limo began to move, darkness had fallen over Farmina, and in more ways than one.

"Ha. Empires never tell the truth." Khur just sat there, smiling about something he had thought of.

Dear Farmina,
The great country of Quere demands the realese(sp?) of our great soliers and leader. Failure to comply will result in catatrophtic(sp) things. This is NOT a threat, just a warning. Please, at once, release our leaders and bring them home.

Dur, most trusted advisor and brother of Khur, the great leader of Quere.

The precedding message was recieved at the White Palace.

"shame i am thinking of upgrading mine to a flamethrower."

To: President Fej, Manea
From: Lesser Chancellor Paul Omedi, Farmina

Although your offer of military assistance is most generous, our nation has security protocol that prevent us from landing unknown forces in our nation. We have no good reason to trust you, and any offer of assistance could be subterfuge to launch an invasion.

Furthermore it is all sunshine and roses over here. Everything is dandy. Except for the terrorist attack, obviously.

Paul Omedi
Lesser Chancellor for Foreign Affairs

To: Dhur
From: Phillip Sullivan, Chancellor for Foreign Affairs
RE: Khur

I’m afraid we do not have your brother, if fact he is still on hold on Line 3, as I await permission to allow him to land troops.

Phillip Sullivan
Chancellor for Foreign Affairs

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In Ricco, Sergeant Stard, looked at Khur, as he was held brought forward by Private Williams for processing. “Name, date of birth, country of origin and rank, said Stard, holding his pen above the form to log another in a long line of Queren prisoners.

OOC: Still waiting for a response to my post Farmina...

Soon, a large jet from the MES approaches the same airstrip. It seems to be heavily armoured, and has a massive amount of communications devices mounted onto it.

"This is Command 1 to Farmina air control, requesting a landing. We are carrying Force Commander Dasch on board."

Dear Farmina,
We have satilitte images, as we are not poor. Do not lie. We see oyu have my brother. RELEASE HIM.

P.S. It's Dur, not Dhur.

"Khur Youtsya, 04/15/72, Whure, Leader of Quere, A.K.A. your worst nightmare." He stood there, waiting.

"shame i am thinking of upgrading mine to a flamethrower."
“Charming,” laughed Jeffery at the Piglatnian president’s comment, “Would you like a drink, perhaps? We shall be there in about ten minutes.”

OOC: Still waiting for a response to my post Farmina...

Soon, a large jet from the MES approaches the same airstrip. It seems to be heavily armoured, and has a massive amount of communications devices mounted onto it.

"This is Command 1 to Farmina air control, requesting a landing. We are carrying Force Commander Dasch on board."
OOC: I did; page 8, post 114.

IC: “This is Verica air-control,” said a voice at the end of the line, “You have permission to land.”

He paused before saying, “Who did you say you have on board?”

"Khur Youtsya, 04/15/72, Whure, Leader of Quere, A.K.A. your worst nightmare." He stood there, waiting.

To: Dur
From: Chancellor Phillip Sullivan
RE: Khur

If we have your precious Khur, wouldn’t he be inside a building out of satellites vision.

I assure you he is not a prisoner of the Moralist administration. And if you are so sure of his location, tell it to us, so we can confirm it.

Phillip Sullivan
Acting Chancellor for Foreign Affairs

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Sergeant Stard gave Khur an odd look, before adding, “And I’m the Queen of Scots. Do you have any proof of your identity?”

Well, if he isn't here and not in the visible land, where do you think he is?

"Do you have any proof you're the Queen of Scots? Ask any of these men." He then added, "Wise guy."

"Force Commander Dasch, sir. He is the second in command of the Government, and our most brilliant tactician."

OOC: Oops my bad, didn't see the reply at #114.

“Charming,” laughed Jeffery at the Piglatnian president’s comment, “Would you like a drink, perhaps? We shall be there in about ten minutes.”

"oh no i am to old to drink."

"Do you have any proof you're the Queen of Scots? Ask any of these men." He then added, "Wise guy."
“So you don’t have any proof,” said Stard, “Other than the word of you comrades?

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To: Dur
From: Jonathon Riker
RE: Khur

Chancellor Sullivan has informed me that you have misplaced your brother. Where did you see him, at what time, and doing what?

Jonathon Riker
Missing Persons Bureau

To: President Fej, Manea
From: Lesser Chancellor Paul Omedi, Farmina

Although your offer of military assistance is most generous, our nation has security protocol that prevent us from landing unknown forces in our nation. We have no good reason to trust you, and any offer of assistance could be subterfuge to launch an invasion.

Furthermore it is all sunshine and roses over here. Everything is dandy. Except for the terrorist attack, obviously.


Paul Omedi
Lesser Chancellor for Foreign Affairs

President Fej was concerned by the response. No good reason to trust the Democratic Republic of Manea, a champion of democratic republics around the world? Something must be amiss beyond the terrorist attacks... otherwise such support would be welcomed to handle the threat of terrorism as it was elsewhere. But what could it be?

Elijah reached for his phone and buzzed Gen Franco. "Yes Mr. President, how may I be of assistance to you?"
"Well General, it seems that something is amiss in Farmina ... they aren't interested in our help for security reasons because they fear it may be the pretext for an invasion... I want to know what's really going on there but under no circumstances is the government of Farmina to be aware of our investigation into this matter."

Gen Franco stood silent for a moment then calmly replied, "Yes Mr. President, I will ensure that we get to the bottom of the matters in Farmina. I assume that you are suggesting that we use Black Force's "unique" talents sir?"

"Yes Franco, I feel that it may be necessary to deploy Black Force to the region to get to the bottom of this disaster. I will not tolerate any disruption of a democratic republic under my presidency, at least not with the Congressional elections coming up so soon... it would be bad for the party..."

"It will be done as you say sir, in fact elements of the group are already infiltrated amongst the populace as normal citizens. Not only that but our satellite data has confirmed an attack by a foreign nation off of Farmina's settlement of Ricco. As such no one will know of our involvement in the region until you give us orders otherwise since our agents are acting under peacetime protocols." "Thank you Franco, just be sure to send the highest acting official in Farmina a declaration of our support and let them know that any aid packages that they might need will gladly be supplied by our civilian aid forces. The more supportive we look the less likely they are to suspect that we don't believe what they are telling us. That is all."

With that Franco went off to issue Directive Black Ops Alpha, the go code for all passive members of the Black Force in Farmina to move to active peacetime protocol.

OOC: Black Force is basically a group of highly trained extremely loyal intelligence operatives whose chief job is to infiltrate the citizenship of democratic nations so they can fight the battle against terrorism in any nation when the President thinks that that nation is incapable of doing it themselves. Preserving democratic republics throughout the world is this President's chief policy directive right now so he has a personal political stake in ensuring the well being of your current government. I'll continue this later but right now just assume that the "cells" are activating (perhaps a few could be working closely with your government... hint hint nudge nudge...)

Dan Rickhart turned his attention back to the map of Farmina. “What stops you from turning Ricco into a radioactive slag heap?” asked Aricar, “Chop off the serpents head and badly mutilate its body.”

“A nuclear blast might form a mild clue that something is wrong,” said Rickhart, aggravated by the comment.

“But as a last resort,” said Aricar, prodding the Moralist for information.

“By the time we use a last resort, it will be acting more out of revenge than claiming victory,” said Rickhart, “Plus we can’t detonate the bomb.”

“Besides Bashar would have taken precautions if we could set off a nuke,” added Johnson rather absently, moving markers around the map, yelling the occasional order to men on radios.

“But Bashar doesn’t know we can’t arm our nukes” said Rickhart as the truth dawned on him, “He would have sought safety, some where remote, somewhere secret.”

He grabbed Varius Aricar by the collar and yelled, “You smart-assed git. Where is Bashar? You know where he is, and you will tell me or you shall live out your life in a pain amplifier. By God’s name I’ve had it with you green-sleeve bastards.”

Rickhart wasn’t sure what a pain amplifier was, just something he made up and sounded intimidating.

Aricar winced, “I can’t say. I will be a dead man.”

“Death is a pleasant alternative to what I want for you,” said Rickhart, pushing the stout ex-general against the wall, gesturing for a black-shirt armed with a stunner to approach.

“All right, I’ll tell,” said Aricar, “You win, I’ll give you Bashar.”

Rickhart stepped back from Aricar and let the short man walk over to the map. “There,” he said, “Here is where you can cut off the serpents head.”

“Chancellor Rickhart,” yelled out Adrian Turkington running back into the situation room after a long hiatus, “I’ve found him.”

“Your too late,” responded Rickhart, “We just found him.”

“You just found the Shadow,” said Turkington, more than a little surprised, “Waste of me trawling through all that history.”

“Actually we found Bashar,” said Rickhart, feeling more than a little silly, “Fred, get everything you can from this green-sleeve scrota and then get the brainiacs to formulate an attack plan. Adrian, where is the Shadow?”

“Nowhere Place, my contacts have arranged a meeting,” said Turkington, passing a large bundle of papers, “Considering when he recalls his exile in his recount of Farmina’s history, he must be one of these men. Soon I will know which.”

“If we survive this,” said Rickhart, “You have my permission to find out which.”

Rickhart paused before yelling at his assistant, “Get me helicopter, I have someone I need to visit.”

"oh no i am to old to drink."

"Don't drink," exclaimed Jeffery in near shock, "Can I tempt you with something softer, or do you want to wait till we get to the palace?"

OOC: If there is anything I have forgotten to respond to, don't get upset; attack me with a cast iron pole.

OOC: If there is anything I have forgotten to respond to, don't get upset; attack me with a cast iron pole.

OCC:Throwing a massive Cast Iron pole on your toes
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The aircraftcarrier arrived at last. Tha commander of TaskForce One was relived by this, the cruisers under his command were not a great military force, as it´s mission was to observe and not get involves in any unneccesary figthings. But it still felt good, having six Naval Bomber Groups in reserve, should everyting go wrong.

The commander, Admiral Lake, had requested additional forces, including four Guided Missile Battle Cruisers as well as support cafts of various types.
He still hoped that he wouldent have to engage in combat. War was, in his opinion, the worst thing mankind ever had come up with.

The sun started to set and from the carriers, this nigth patrol fligths were being prepared.
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[OOC: Sorry for the delay. For the sake of your timeline, I wouldn't mind if you chose to pretend this message came shortly IRL after I typed my OOC message.]

President Mike Sarzo had much on his mind. With hostilities against Pantera looking like they were on the verge of cooling off, the matter of helping the Allies to snatch the initiative from Automagfreek and its allies was taking up much of his attention as he and First Partner Jay Tyler were also planning for a trip to Navarre.

Sarzo was thinking about the events that led to the Sarz-Panteran War. The war was surprisingly short on actual bloodshed, but it was high on tension, and the impact that closing off foreign arms exports to concentrate on the war effort could have been disasterous on the Sarzonian economy. But the first thought on Sarzo's mind was relief. Relief that a war against a much more powerful foe ended with all but a status quo antebellum treaty.

Enough for me to proclaim victory when I announce the ratification, he thought. Visions of a fiery speech meant to galvanise a Sarzonian people that were uncertain of their chances in a war that could have spelled their doom came to his mind, and a spike in approval ratings seemed a foregone conclusion.

All of a sudden, Sarzo's reverie was broken when Tyler brought over a release. Sarzo read it and a wave of conflicting emotions washed over him.

A terrorist attack in Verica ... Farmina, Sarzo read. He stopped cold. Farmina. A country that Sarzonians viewed with great contempt, especially considering their condemnation when Sarzonia reached 3 billion citizens. A country that mocked the very principles of democracy and freedom Sarzonia held dear whilst pretending to trumpet them. A nation of unprincipled cretins who claimed the moral high ground.

The hell with them, Sarzo thought. He glanced at Tyler and saw the look in his partner's eyes. He realised what Jay would tell him: Express Sarzonia's outrage for the attacks and condolences over the innocent lives needlessly taken. It was a move that could potentially allow Sarzonia to take the proverbial high road by expressing sympathy to a would-be adversary. It made perfect sense, even though he felt soiled as he scribbled down a statement.

"Mike," Jay said. "I think you'd better..."

"I know Jay," Sarzo said in a hushed tone. "I know."

He finished the statement and typed it into his laptop, clicking send.

Official statement:

The Incorporated Sarzonian Government is saddened and outraged to learn of the hideous terror attack on Verica, Farmina, in a time that should have been devoted to celebration. We condemn any and all acts of terrorism, especially those directed at innocent men, women, and children whose only crime was being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I hereby announce my pledge of help to the Farminan government for any humanitarian aid they may find necessary or any investigative support necessary to help apprehend whomever is responsible for this heinous crime against humanity. Now is not a time for the divisiveness of nations to come between us. Now is the time for us to find a human unity against a common foe.

Sarzo clicked send. Even if his message fell on deaf ears in Farmina, even if it was openly ridiculed, he at least offered an olive branch. No one could say he didn't try.

"Don't drink," exclaimed Jeffery in near shock, "Can I tempt you with something softer, or do you want to wait till we get to the palace?"

"No thank you, the pills i am taking, weak blader and stuff so i will just wait but thanks for the offer."

Dear Farmina,
We stopped him being taken by your loyalists, captured. Be warned: he may do something unexpected.

Dur.

"Yes, that is all the proof I have. Are you done or are you done?"

OCC:Throwing a massive Cast Iron pole on your toes
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The aircraftcarrier arrived at last. Tha commander of TaskForce One was relived by this, the cruisers under his command were not a great military force, as it´s mission was to observe and not get involves in any unneccesary figthings. But it still felt good, having six Naval Bomber Groups in reserve, should everyting go wrong.

The commander, Admiral Lake, had requested additional forces, including four Guided Missile Battle Cruisers as well as support cafts of various types.
He still hoped that he wouldent have to engage in combat. War was, in his opinion, the worst thing mankind ever had come up with.

The sun started to set and from the carriers, this nigth patrol fligths were being prepared.
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OOC: Not really much I can do to respond, but the fleets will have a role soon.

"Yes, that is all the proof I have. Are you done or are you done?"

"Take him to interview room 3," said Sgt. Stard, "If he isn't talking fantasy, then he may be useful."

Two soldiers grabbed him and pulled him towards the interview hall.

OOC: Thought I'd add a twist to the plot by incorporating my RTRF guys into your "meeting"... perhaps our nations will come to trust each other after all...
OOC: Simply put no. The Shadow has only recently set up his organisation, so you can't have spent "years" hunting him.

Also, inflitrating the government would also be very hard, as Farminans place importance on "purity" and breeding, so foriegn rats would become apparent quickly.

The Incorporated Sarzonian Government is saddened and outraged to learn of the hideous terror attack on Verica, Farmina, in a time that should have been devoted to celebration. We condemn any and all acts of terrorism, especially those directed at innocent men, women, and children whose only crime was being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I hereby announce my pledge of help to the Farminan government for any humanitarian aid they may find necessary or any investigative support necessary to help apprehend whomever is responsible for this heinous crime against humanity. Now is not a time for the divisiveness of nations to come between us. Now is the time for us to find a human unity against a common foe.

Lesser Chancellor Paul Omedi looked at the communiqué from Sarzonia that had been assigned to him. “Like those sodomite bastards care,” he muttered quietly, “Out with the hand, but the knifes in the back.”

Despite all his misgivings about foreigners, not to mention foreigners led by the likes of “them”, he put his most courteous fingers on the keyboard.

To: President Sarzo, Sarzonia
From: Lesser Chancellor Paul Omedi, Farmina

We thank you for your polite and considered words. Your strong words against terrorism are bold and righteous, a guide which all men should follow. The combined might of free peoples will no doubt crush the threat of tyranny and terrorism, be it not for Emperors who cast a dark shadow.

And from your bold and brave people, we accept any offers of aid, especially medical aid.

Paul Omedi
Lesser Chancellor for Foreign Affairs

Jeffery felt the car turn, as it went around a corner to access the back entrance of the palace, taking a look back to check on the President of Piglatnia. The noise of helicopter rotors became apparent, and as the limo came to a halt, it was now in Jeffrey’s plain view. Jeffery got out of the car and opened the door for the President. “Welcome to the White Palace.”
As he spoke Dan Rickhart with a pair of guards ran out of the palace and into the waiting chopper. “And that is the Chancellor for Foreign Affairs,” said Jeffery, wondering why the old man was in such a hurry.

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Meanwhile in a supposedly secret bunker east of Ricco, Supreme Commander Arnold Bashar looked up from his desk as a smaller man entered the room, “Lord Commander, I have word that troops are amassing in northern Verica, foreign troops from the Mes.”
“Blast,” muttered the Supreme Commander, “This was not anticipated. Have the fleets put to a higher preparedness for attack. And if we have to sink the fleets of Mes and Vestern States then so be it.”

Jeffery felt the car turn, as it went around a corner to access the back entrance of the palace, taking a look back to check on the President of Piglatnia. The noise of helicopter rotors became apparent, and as the limo came to a halt, it was now in Jeffrey’s plain view. Jeffery got out of the car and opened the door for the President. “Welcome to the White Palace.”
As he spoke Dan Rickhart with a pair of guards ran out of the palace and into the waiting chopper. “And that is the Chancellor for Foreign Affairs,” said Jeffery, wondering why the old man was in such a hurry.


"wonderfull this is one of the best palaces i have seen in a while" The president started towards the doors

“This is Verica AirControl to Krioval echo-four-eight. You have permission to land in the north western airstrip. Our men are waiting to help you unpack,” said the black-shirt, waiting patiently for the Kriovalians to land.

The copilot was the first to respond. "Rock and roll!" he said, noting first that the commlink was still set to receive, not send. "You ready, Kiero?"

"As I'll ever be." He pressed a button, and two syringes popped into sight. "One for you, one for me, got it, Michael?" Kiero always used his subordinate's full name, much to the annoyance of the copilot. This time, however, it didn't register.

"Yeah," came the dry-mouthed response. "Gimme that." Quickly, Mike Davis injected the clear solution into his left arm, mentally starting the countdown. Twenty-four hours until the invisible capsules would release their contents. That, combined with extensive psychological conditioning, made extracting sensitive information from the Kriovalian soldiers next to impossible. The ship itself was designed to lock itself down if anyone other than the two men attempted to start it, and the technology was reasonably near to Farmina's - if the mission failed utterly, the ramifications for Krioval would be minimal.

Kiero followed suit, giving himself the dose of toxin that, in a day, would kill him if untreated. He then gave Farmina's air traffic controller his status, lined up for the approach, and landed. He hoped to live to see his daughter grow up.

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Kiv Andros looked up from his terminal in Kriovalian central command. "If that ship's not in flight within six hours, destroy it remotely." Not waiting to be questioned, he added, "Yes, that's an order, and it should be considered of the highest security level possible."

The woman in charge of the aid mission gulped audibly. "Of course, Director." This was, after all, what she had trained to do.

As the Kriovalian ship fell from the air, twelve black-shirts waited on the ground, calm and steady. “Ready yourselves,” warned Sgt Baker, “As soon as the door opens up, get aboard and start emptying the cargo. Except you three,” he added making a vague hand gesture.

“You will the secure the pilots. Chancellor Sullivan is convinced this craft will give us the edge over the green-sleeves, so don’t screw it up. Hopefully we can get Mr Dekker his plane back within a few days, no incident,” he continued it the stern 'military' fashion.

The Kriovalian ship came to rest. “Alright men,” he said walking towards it, “Calm and peaceful is what we need.”

"wonderfull this is one of the best palaces i have seen in a while" The president started towards the doors
Two black shirts opened the huge doors for the President of Piglatnia. “Shall I show you to a lounge, or would like to visit the viewing tower?” asked Jeffery, leading the aging man into the grand back hall, as the chopper took off behind them.

OOC: Simply put no. The Shadow has only recently set up his organisation, so you can't have spent "years" hunting him.

Also, inflitrating the government would also be very hard, as Farminans place importance on "purity" and breeding, so foriegn rats would become apparent quickly.

OOC: .....alrighty then, well first scenario was a shot in the dark, hopefully with the info you just provided me this next scenario will be more to your liking... we'll just disregard that last one then...

Lieutenant Colonel Trinton was surprised at the go order issued by high command. He had not expected his cell to ever be activated due to Farmina's relatively peaceful transition from government to government and very little activity from terrorist groups. Regardless his men would no doubt be happy about the news and would be dying to try out their skills in real missions. The Black Force was a crack squad whose identities remained secret outside of their cells to maintain the utmost secrecy and they performed various intelligence operations for Manea's government when it was necessary for Manea's involvement to remain unknown to the nations they were working in should they be captured and interrogated.

Despite all of this Trinton knew that his men would not let him down. High Command had told him that they were to discover the nature behind the goings on in Farmina and to investigate the satellite reports of foreign invasion in the region known as Ricco as well as to investigate the recent activity at Verica Air strip. His men knew the Verica airstrip region well and although he knew it was a risk with such a small squad of men, the objective was of the utmost importance, find out what was really going on in Farmina and relay the information back to high command so that they could make a judgement as to whether it was necessary to maintain a military presence off the coast in the event that a radical terrorist group or even a dictator took control from the Moralist democracy to ensure stability in the region...

Fortunately he had a few men in the vacinity of Ricco already posing as normal denizens who could quickly discover what was going on there... he radioed up his second in command, Alpha 2, who was currently in charge of that group, and informed him of the situation. "It is of the utmost importance that no one in the Farmina government know of our involvement in the region... high command has not been authorized to allow our presence to be known so if you must kill, make sure that it is no one of any great importance and make it look like the work of the terrorists in the region..."

"Roger that sir, Alpha 2 will ensure utmost secrecy in our operations... we will update you as we learn more about the supposed foreign involvement in Ricco..."

With that Alpha 2 broke off communication and went to brief his men on their upcoming mission. It would be hard he knew, to infiltrate the military groups around Ricco, but he knew his men would have a chance of at least extracting some information from the military men in the region... Somebody would know what was going on and perhaps they could uncover the truth about the military's engagement off the coast... if there was an engagement, prisoners must've been taken and it won't be too hard to get some information from them if we can reach them... although that might cost me some men but they will die for their country, a honor reserved for few men in this day of relative peace...

With that considered Alpha 2 ordered his men to deploy to what he suspected was an interrogation center that was operated by the military... hopefully there he could find the answers that he was seeking...

Trinton meanwhile set out with his remaining men and set a vector for Verica Airstrip to investigate the goings on there... hopefully he would find some answers soon so as to allow high command to make more informed decisions about what to do next...

OOC: Much more acceptable, but I have a couple of small questions.

1) How are your troops getting to Verica?
2) How are they getting into Ricco? The central area is essentially a well guarded military base.
3) "what he suspected was an interrogation center" Again, how do you know?

If you can answer the first two questions well enough we can go on; the third one is more for you to think about.

Dan Rickhart felt, as the helicopter flew through the night air, the cold wind blowing off the desert, through the open window pilot-side. The city was mostly dark, the occasional light formed a diamond in the dark. The noise of gun battles and explosions still continued. Bright flashes and explosions would suddenly appear and then subside. “Down there,” he said pointing to the helipad on top of a nearby office block, its red sign glaring through the darkness.

“Roger,” said the black-shirt pilot, bringing down the chopper towards the destination, “May I ask why we are going there?”

“No you may not,” responded Rickhart sternly.

“As you insist, Lord Chancellor,” said the pilot reluctantly.

The helicopter descended slowly before coming to abrupt halt. Chancellor Rickhart unbuckled himself and said, “Get back into the air, I want as little attention as possible brought here.”

Once off the helicopter, Rickhart followed by a core of black-shirts went through a small metal door and descended down three flights of steps as the sound of the helicopter taking off was all to apparent.

Once three floors down Rickhart pushed through a green door, to face an array of guns leveled at his neck.

“Apologies Lord Chancellor, we were not expecting you,” said the first of the waiting black-shirts, “Come this us.”

As Rickhart’s own black-shirts moved to follow him, those that had been in the building raised their weapons in away to suggest following was not advisable.

“Stay here,” said Rickhart, “I shall return shortly.”

With that he was escorted down the passage, around the first turn on the left and out of sight.

Trinton had gathered his men and was ready to move out towards the Verica airstrip. The plan was simple. Use the civilian vehicles they had acquired as normal citizens of Farmina to go as far as they could without being stopped by the military or any other non-civilian personnel and then use their extensive special forces training to sneak in the rest of the way. He knew it would still be hard to get inside the facility, but with all the activity going on at the airstrip the standing forces would no doubt be more worried about the incoming planes rather than thinking about the possibility of a small group of special forces agents spying on their position. If all went well then they would be able to relay the intelligence back to high command soon and they could await further orders. Trinton could only hope that nothing went awry as his men got closer to the airstrip, they had been near it before without incident but with the recent terrorist attacks there was always the possibility of heightened security and the possible loss of members of his squad. I'll just hope it doesn't come to that... On that note he went to load up the vehicles with the equipment they would need for the mission...

Meanwhile outside Ricco Alpha 2 was planning his approach into Ricco. He didn't know this but his task would be much harder than his commander's. Ricco was well known to be a heavily guarded military stronghold and sneaking in would prove to require the utmost skill in undercover tactics, but he felt his squad was up to the challenge. He knew that of the men who left with him now there was a distinct possibility that some if not many of them would not be with him on the journey back. Such was the nature of the mission, but they all knew that when they signed up for Black Force training. Long years away from their homes, families, everything they cared about, all for the sake of Manea's continued security and prosperity. It was worth it in the end...

Regardless, the mission was paramount. The best way to find out what was going on would be to infiltrate the city's center by way of impersonating a military unit... but that would not be easy at all with the way the military had been as of late. Someone would have to die if they were to fully complete the illusion of impersonating someone else, preferably a low ranking officer, nobody of any great importance but someone who would have some authority to call on if they needed to get out of a jam or to get past any of the guards... Living in Farmina for so long had taught them the mannerisms of the local populace, but he knew it was a long shot. Not to mention that he was uncertain whether the facility he suspected of being an interrogation center was really that at all. The only intel he had to go on was the satellite imagery he had received from high command and his own recon missions he had performed that showed him many people, usually foreign in nature, going in, and very few of them coming out again... It could mean any number of things, but it was the best bit of intel he had to go on for the time being. His men were close enough to approach the city by foot, but the first priority was to find an officer to impersonate and to go from there... May the light of the Creator shine upon my men today as we undertake this difficult mission... With that prayer he proceeded to head out with his men towards what could potentially be the last mission of his long career in the service of the Manean Special Forces Division...

OOC: hope that suits your needs, if anything needs to be edited let me know and I'll come up with an alternative story...

Sarzo was surprised a bit by Omedi's response.

"There's got to be more to the story than that," he said. He knew Farmina didn't view the Sarzonians kindly, but he decided he would play along. A fleet of 12 Pasteur-class hospital ships, the first-ever ships designed by a Sarzonian company, would assemble with a flotilla that would serve as an escort. Aboard each ship was a cache of medical supplies and RTE meals (Ready To Eat), whilst professionals trained in crisis management were also on hand to deal with the after effects of a terror assault.

Captain Norm Spence, recently promoted to command the flagship of this squadron, the newly-minted General Dent, sat in his command chair as he awaited official word from the government about what to do next. The General Dent was the latest in a round of large cruisers with a small aircraft complement that could serve in a command and control function if needed, and its nine 14 inch guns could dissuade almost anyone else's heavy cruisers from trying anything funny.

"Sir, we've just received word from Navy Command. We're to proceed to Farmina and wait in neutral waters whilst the hospital ships do their job," an ensign operating the communications station said while Spence was pondering this assignment.

"Acknowledged." Not surprisingly, Spence thought. He was fully aware of Farmina's xenophobia and their dislike of Sarzonians, and he thought the more they avoided an incident that could aggravate tensions, the better.

"Notify the fleet," he said. "We want to make this as quick and painless as possible."

"Aye, sir."

Easier said than done.

With that, the collection of escorting warships and their peaceful charges began spewing white foam which would hopefully leave some of those tensions in that froth-capped wake. Spence wasn't too optimistic, but he also didn't completely shut the door on that possibility. That pragmatic approach helped an aging coastal patrol submarine save a nuclear powered attack submarine from certain death twice. Maybe it would help enhance the lives of a few Farminans along the way.

"Contact the Farminan government," Spence said as the fleet was one hour out of port. "Notify them that we have gotten underway and that we are willing to maintain our escorting fleet in international waters and we trust them to look out for the Pasteurs.

"Aye, sir."

"Maybe seeing us put our money where our mouths are will be worth something to them."

OOC NOTE: Farmina, as I'm kind of lost on what you want my forces to do, feel free to RP the troops inside of your territory, until I get a handle on what's going on. Dasch exempted.

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The large aircraft Command 1, one of three such aircraft to order the forces in a region as a mobile command center, lands at the same airfield where the MES forces were deployed originally.

Nice country, Dasch thought as his plane thudded on the runway, and the wheels spinning up on contact. Shortly after, the plane pulls onto the tarmac, and stops in front of one of the buildings. Dasch, escorted by ten special forces troops, walks off of the airplane. His small motorcade unloads, with two Flash urban assault tanks, and a HASV (Heavily Armoured Staff Vehicle).

Dasch walks up to the soldier in charge of the area. "I'm here to see your staff, then Tobias Grey personally. We wish to find out exactly what is going on, including from Tobia's point of view. Strip me down to underwear if you don't trust me in there."

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"Ackvick, Force Commander Dasch has arrived in Farmina."

Ackvick looks at the satellite imagry, as Force Commander Lance Kaider mentions the situation. "Very good," Ackvick replies. "I swear, if the terrorists take him hostage, I'll personally make sure that the terrorists will pay. Of if their government takes him, then I can guarantee a full blown war, and I doubt that's what they want."

He turns around. "Do you not agree Lance that this whole situation seems to be a bit...odd?"

"How so?" he replies.

Ackvick sits down at his desk in his office. "This whole terrorist op. First they get attacked by terrorists, which turn out to be a military backstab, who are trying to overthrow the government."

"Sounds almost like how our government came into existance," Lance replies.

"Yes, but this seems very dangerous. The military seem to be doing it to turn back into the way their government was before the reform. And I remember what they were like when they were the old way. It was almost scary."

Lance takes a seat on the other side of the table. Ackvick continues. "And the other part is how the government doesn't trust us, or even trust anyone. It's suspicious. It makes me wonder what that government really does, and why they are so afraid? Is it because they are harming their citizens? Are they corrupt? Or are they just afraid as their military has become anti-government, and thus they have no way of defending themselves?"

"Why don't we deploy Task Force 1 to the region, and I take command of the Final Victory (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9673466&postcount=419)? That way we can scramble fighters and deploy troops at a moment's notice. Just to be safe, you know."

"I agree. Take Task Force 1, and deploy them on the border of Farmina waters. If they fire at us from international waters, fall back far enough so they enter international waters, and engage at will."

"Before I go, should we deploy our other troops? We only deployed 20 tanks during the last drop."

"Let me put it this way," Ackvick replies, as he sits up in his seat. "Put ten million of them on standby, and have them deployed if our lines are failing. We will not let Farmina fall, unless some major situation happens where the loyalists fire on us."

"Will do," Lance replies, as he heads off.

The Confederacy is getting very worried about what appears to be a full blown civil war in this country, a fleet of another nation was fired on and forced to capitulate, due to this we are deploying a fleet of 90 warships along with the 1st Airborne Cavalry Army (65k Men) to monitor the situation in the area, they will have almost 2000 Aircraft flying cover for them.

OOC: Could someone please attack me please, im not sure how to play myself into this one.

OOC: *Attacks Spizania* j/k :p

I'm not sure on how to get involved. This RP feels fairly closed. Ask Farmina.

Someone should just shoot a sam at the cap and dissapear, i move in and attack the place it comes from

When the roumors about Farmina is planning to, in the event ox a emergency, take hostile actions against TaskForce One, Prime Minister Eriksson were qutie a bit upset.
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"Send following messega to Farmina" the Prime Minister said.

I have heard roumors that your navy is planning an attack upon TaskForce One. In the case that your military commanders didn´t get the note, our ships in 15 nm from your borders. An attack upon uour ships would be seen as an direct attack upon Vestern States, and we would have to answer the attack. We also remind you that our ships is just an observation force.


The messege was sent soon after.
"Put our navy and airforce at level 2 alert. I have a bad feeling about this"
And reinforce TaskForce One with the carriers Alexandria, Pharos, Fearless I don´t want our sailors without protection in case these Farminias decide to attack our ships on international water.

Two black shirts opened the huge doors for the President of Piglatnia. “Shall I show you to a lounge, or would like to visit the viewing tower?” asked Jeffery, leading the aging man into the grand back hall, as the chopper took off behind them.

"i would like to lay down maybe watch something, and after that i would like to meet whoever is incharge at the moment to discuss some maters"

while the president talked to the aparent guide around this place Bill walked up to one of the men by the door. "nice uniform, we don't get nice ones like those but they say it is because we are suppose to blend in"

Khur didn't fight. He shouted over his shoulder, "Grutry, wait for a few more minutes!" A soldier responed by shouting, "Yes, sir!" Khur smiled. He said to one of the men taking him,"You're gonna die, you know." He chuckled and went into the shade of room, waiting for 'orders'.

(OOC:BuMpItIty BuMp BuMp... :D )

The black-shirt standing guard opened the door for Dan Rickhart, who stepped inside the room where destiny awaited.

His eyes flicked around the black-shirts guarding the room and he said sternly but quietly, “Out.”

The black-shirts eyes moved, each black-shirt measuring the others reaction, before leaving the room one by one.

Rickhart looked down at the bed, President Tobias Grey lay unconscious, a machine monitoring his life, aiding his vital functions. “I told you we should have built this secret hospital in the middle of an ordinary office block,” whispered Dan Rickhart to the unconscious Grey.

Rickhart walked over to the respirator beside President Grey’s bed. He looked back over at the President, realizing for the first time how bad the injuries were. The left side of the President’s face was badly burnt, the flesh torn up; the right suffering minor scratches. Rickhart turned his head back to the respirator, “You could die so suddenly, and then I would be absolute. I shall be what you have prevented me from becoming, what Justinian and Dekker prevented me from being; President of Farmina, power unbecoming.”

Rickhart pressed his hand on Grey's respirator and pressed against it.

The noise of motor vehicles caught black-shirt William Grills off guard. Raising his weapons he looked into the darkness where the noise was coming from. The airstrip was expecting no visitors. Overhead he could hear the spotlights readjusting, huge beams of light heading towards the approaching Meneas. Black-shirts scurried forward, weapons raised, yelling, “Stop the car, stop the car, stop the car.”

In Ricco, soldiers patrolled checkpoints on every route into the heart of the city and every building within that military heart.

When the roumors about Farmina is planning to, in the event ox a emergency, take hostile actions against TaskForce One, Prime Minister Eriksson were qutie a bit upset.
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"Send following messega to Farmina" the Prime Minister said.


The messege was sent soon after.
"Put our navy and airforce at level 2 alert. I have a bad feeling about this"
And reinforce TaskForce One with the carriers Alexandria, Pharos, Fearless I don´t want our sailors without protection in case these Farminias decide to attack our ships on international water.

OOC: I doubt top secret military info would reach your PM within an hour as a rumour.

Khur didn't fight. He shouted over his shoulder, "Grutry, wait for a few more minutes!" A soldier responed by shouting, "Yes, sir!" Khur smiled. He said to one of the men taking him,"You're gonna die, you know." He chuckled and went into the shade of room, waiting for 'orders'.

"You and your men are shackled, confined, unarmed and outnumbered," laughed the soldier, pushing Quere into the interview room, "One by one, we process and confine, until it is time to return you. Now please take a seat."

The door locked automatically behind them.

Chancellor Fredrick Johnson looked at Varius Aricar before returning his eyes to the map of the supposed hideout of Arnold Bashar, “Are you sure that’s all the anti air guns?” asked Johnson, “If your lying to me, I will get them to put a few more volts through you.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” insisted Aricar, “I’d fly over it my self to prove it.”

“As you insist,” responded Johnson.

“Chancellor Johnson,” someone called out, “Word from foreign affairs is that a Sarzonian fleet is on its way.”

Johnson gave an expectorated look, “Guests from Sodom of all places, let me suppose the King of England is on his way as well.”

The same voice said, “You won’t believe this, but…”

OOC NOTE: Farmina, as I'm kind of lost on what you want my forces to do, feel free to RP the troops inside of your territory, until I get a handle on what's going on. Dasch exempted.

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The large aircraft Command 1, one of three such aircraft to order the forces in a region as a mobile command center, lands at the same airfield where the MES forces were deployed originally.

Nice country, Dasch thought as his plane thudded on the runway, and the wheels spinning up on contact. Shortly after, the plane pulls onto the tarmac, and stops in front of one of the buildings. Dasch, escorted by ten special forces troops, walks off of the airplane. His small motorcade unloads, with two Flash urban assault tanks, and a HASV (Heavily Armoured Staff Vehicle).

Dasch walks up to the soldier in charge of the area. "I'm here to see your staff, then Tobias Grey personally. We wish to find out exactly what is going on, including from Tobia's point of view. Strip me down to underwear if you don't trust me in there."
OOC: Soon your role will be apparent.

IC: The black-shirt quickly scanned Dasch for weapons, and after finding them decided that a soldier having weapons was nothing to be concerned about. “I’m afraid the President Grey is in a very important meeting with Chancellor Rickhart. Chancellor Sullivan should be in charge at the palace, but he is running foreign affairs, so I will have to take you to Chancellor Johnson. Luckily for you he want to talk with you and has a car waiting.”

The black-shirt pointed to a waiting car, “That will take you straight to the White Palace. And if you are ever talking to a Chancellor when no other Chancellors are present, refer to them as ‘lord chancellor’.”

"i would like to lay down maybe watch something, and after that i would like to meet whoever is incharge at the moment to discuss some maters"

while the president talked to the aparent guide around this place Bill walked up to one of the men by the door. "nice uniform, we don't get nice ones like those but they say it is because we are suppose to blend in"

The black-shirt at the door looked at the man called Bill, “A uniform that stands out is far superior to those that blend in. Respect is the greatest pay of all.”

Jeffery led the President on. “You can lay down here,” he said pointing to a long blue sofa in front of a large plasma TV, in one of the Palace’s many lounges. “I could put on FNN, tourism info, or something else. Perhaps I can all a drink or a snack.

OOC: Who voted this thread as 5 star? Who wants a cookie? The vote counter says two votes, one 4 star, one 5 star; and I voted four star.

OOC: For future reference it's Maneans when you want to refer to members of my nation as a group...

Trinton couldn't believe the foolishness of his the men he had assigned to the lead car... They had approached too quickly and gotten too close to the military patrols near the airstrip... He knew this was going to get ugly and fast once they were stopped by the patrols... how do you explain away a catch of weapons in the back of your civilian car as you're going towards a military establishment?... he knew the answer to that question was that you didn't you just engaged them and hoped for the best... He was just glad he had thought that this might happen ahead of time and as such had overequipped his support teams with some heavy weapons to help out in the event that they were outnumbered...

With that thought in mind he radioed over to the two cars that were behind the lead car and told them to turn around and prepare to support the men in the lead car if it came to violence. The terrain nearby was suitable for support fire and he orderd them to take up support positions in the highest spots they could find nearby.

"Just be as quiet about it as you can and make sure that those men are as well supported as they can be. You all know that if we're captured the Manean government doesn't know a damn thing about our involvement here and we're all doomed to suffer whatever fate these Farmians might have in store for us... don't let that happen but make sure you only reveal your position as a last resort... the 15 of you should be alright here, but my group is going to abandon the vehicles and take advantage of this little "distraction" of sorts... if they're going to get caught or killed they might as well give the rest of us in the rear the chance to sneak past this checkpoint... if we're lucky we should get through undetected and make it to the airstrip."

Trinton said that last bit with a little doubt in the back of his head... he knew that most likely part of his team was going to die here, if not by the enemy's hand then by their own as they all had a lethal dose of cyanide that was encased inside a false tooth that each member of the Black Force was required to have in the event of capture... death was an honorable end compared to the endless damage they would cause the Manean government's reputation in the world should they be captured and found out... for like any human, no matter how well trained, no one was impervious to the tortuous tactics employed by interrogators over years... Many terrorist groups had adopted a similar mantra of death over capture in the modern world anyways, so there deaths would most likely be associated with that of an active terrorist cell within a nation's borders.

With that in mind, Trinton turned the remaining 3 cars around and put Alpha 4, the highest ranked man of the men he left behind, in charge of ensuring the safety of the foolish men who alerted the guards to their presence...

Meanwhile the men in the lead car were shocked at the sudden approach of the Black Shirt soldiers towards their vehicle and the calls to stop. The driver of the vehicle, Bravo 3, looked around and realized this was not going to be a pleasant engagement... "Get your weapons ready in the back, these guys aren't here for a social call..."

The 4 men in the back of the car readied their grenade launcher equipped assault rifles, standard issue for all Black Force Operatives, and prepared for the upcoming battle as the checkpoint officers grew closer. They only hoped that there commander hadn't left them for dead because of their foolishness in getting so close to the enemy and that the support teams were in position behind them armed with the M89 Sniper Rifles, M40 heavy support machine guns, the SAW rocket launchers, and other heavy support weapons. Otherwise they knew this was the last fight they'd ever undertake. He could only hope...

As the soldier approached, Bravo 3 slowed down and came to stop as ordered... he knew one thing for sure though... these guys would never know what hit them if they had the support teams backing them up, nobody ever did...

When the soldier came up to question him, Bravo 3 greeted him with a sidearm leveled at his head "Hello there, hope we didn't interupt anything..."

OOC: Do the next part of the arrival in the palace Farmina.

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As Dasch and his escorts are walked to the waiting vehicle, he whispers to one of his guards, out of earsight of the black-shirted security personnel.

"...I want you to get back to the command center, and try to organise a reconnesance party. I want to know where Tobias Grey is located. I don't know if they will tell me or not, but I want to make sure that his life is not in danger by the rebels, or even anyone in their government who may be attempting to assasinate him to overthrow his rule."

The soldier nodded. As Dasch reaches the vehicle, he says publically, "Soldier, I forgot my cigarettes in the airplane, could you go get them?" He wasn't a smoker, but it was the best excuse he could of thought of at the time. The soldier says yes, and he will meet with them later. He then says to the soldier as he peels off, "Do me a favor, and go check on my wife! Make sure the lights are off and she's sound asleep." He nods, and walks off. In code, that meant a nighttime stealth reconnesance operation, and under any circumstances, do not be spotted.

As he gets into the car, one of the black-shirts looks towards him as he sits down in front of him. "What was that about your wife?" he asks. Dasch grimaces. "Me and my wife have been going through hard times, and she cheated on me recently. I have someone keeping an eye on her, to make sure she doesn't cheat on me, and to make sure she's safe." In reality, their relationship is extremely healthy, and they were about to marry in the near future.

The black-shirt nods, and laughs, "Women, huh?"

"Yeah...women!" he laughs with the blackshirt.

OOC: I doubt top secret military info would reach your PM within an hour as a rumour.

OCC: Ooops, i`m sorry, forgot hte time aspect... Won´t happen again,
Friends now?

When the soldier came up to question him, Bravo 3 greeted him with a sidearm leveled at his head "Hello there, hope we didn't interupt anything..."

OOC: Actually, its procedure to force people to step out of the vehicle and show themselves, not to walk right up to armed men.

The Confederacy is getting very worried about what appears to be a full blown civil war in this country, a fleet of another nation was fired on and forced to capitulate, due to this we are deploying a fleet of 90 warships along with the 1st Airborne Cavalry Army (65k Men) to monitor the situation in the area, they will have almost 2000 Aircraft flying cover for them.

OOC: Could someone please attack me please, im not sure how to play myself into this one.
OOC: I forgot about this. This RP would probably be over by the time a force that large could be assembled I'd imagine, but what the hey!

IC: Chancellor Johnson looked over at the map of Farmina and her waters, another fleet, this one from Spizania, had signalled its intention to dock outside Farminan waters and was already on the way. Johnson found it perplexing the Dumpsterdam wasn't sending a fleet as well, with the intention of restoring the Empire. That was unlikely however, last rumours out of Dumpsterdam had it that Justinian had slit his wrists and saved everybody a lot of bother.

OCC: Ooops, i`m sorry, forgot hte time aspect... Won´t happen again,
Friends now?
OOC:
No sweat. The RP is moving into its final phase now.

I'll respond to the remaining posts in an hour or so.

“This way Commander Dasch,” said the black-shirt guiding the Mes through the White Palace. The black-shirt still hated the large steps that had been built, but they were a lot easier going down than up. “The Palace’s previous occupants had rather long legs,” said the black-shirt vaguely explaining the step size.

At the bottom of the flight of steps, the black-shirt pulled open the oak door to the sub-level 1 conference room. In the middle sat the long white table, the walls a pale blue, lined with video screens, projector screens, document hangers and whiteboards. From the roof hung powerful lights, blinding even.

“Let me get Chancellor Johnson,” said the black-shirt scurrying out another door, adding before he left.

Ten minutes later the door opened again and a series of different black-shirts entered the room, followed by a tall man with rich blond hair in an expensive blue suit, and another, fatter, older, more tired man, who wore what looked like a green suit, with military formalities, and a long white stain running down the middle. The well dressed man walked up to Dasch and put out his hand. Meanwhile the older man began hanging a map of Farmina up on the wall.

“Commander Dasch,” said the well dressed man, “I am Chancellor Johnson, and this is Councillor Varius Aricar, formerly a general in the Farminan military. Now let me make this very simple we want firepower; lots and fast.”

"You and your men are shackled, confined, unarmed and outnumbered," laughed the soldier, pushing Quere into the interview room, "One by one, we process and confine, until it is time to return you. Now please take a seat."

The door locked automatically behind them.
"Did I say we were going to shoot? We are a TERRORIST nation. We don't shoot until AFTER the, hmm, bombs." He chuckled. "I don't know if that'll happn, however. I got there Guntrys(that's the name, right?) and only one soldier responded. So you got nothing to worry about."
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Dur growled. "I DO NOT CARE IF THEY WILL DIE! WE NEED OUR LEADER!"
The usually pessimistic adivsor said, "And waste 2,000 men? No!" The wise advisor, Abrham, said, "Sruty, be quiet. Dur is right. He lost his brother, and we need him; he is out leader. I agree, but only 200. Our men are strong-willed and would never give up." Abrham smiled. "Khur and I planned this."

OOC:I voted 5, I swear to God, I did. I liked it so much,lol...so peace?

OOC: 5 stars, thats jolly kind. Gives Quere cookie and pats head. ‘Who’s a good boy then?’ By the way you will get your leader back so don’t panic.

IC: “Mr Khur,” said one of the black-shirts, “If that’s who you really are, my name is George Higner.”

“Lets start with something simple. If you really are the leader of Quere, how can we expect your nation to respond to your capture?”

OOC: I also give it five stars for being a VERY original X billionth citizen post. It trumped my 3 billionth citizen post for originality, that's for sure. ^_^

Admiral Mancuso was unhappy, he wanted back on a sub, the bridge of the Spartan, the current flagship of this fleet was way to big, it was impersonel, he forced the thoughts out of his mind as the tact briefing began, the analyst walked to the poduim and began, "The country is in the grips of civil war, as such we have limited tactical intelligence at this time, so orders from the President are to carry out relief supply drops and simply wait for something to happen, that is all thank you."

Five minutes later 15 W-19 Skymasters left the fleet and heading in for humanitarian drops.

Dasch grinned. "Chancellor, why didn't you say so earlier? At least we do have 6 million troops with hardware ready to deploy via our fleet, with an additional 50,000 aircraft begging to bomb targets in your nation. Our navy has taken position outside of your waters including our flagship, and we can get a couple more million troops on top of that to back them up in a week."

OOC: Need reply for context. Do you have an instant messager? It would be much easier to RP in larger segments. As well, how big is your army? I was told that 12 million is about as big as a 1 billion-strong nation could manage, so I assume 24 million troops? And add the following after your message:

"But...", Dasch asks, "Where is Tobias Grey? I demand to speak to him as soon as possible, before I commit our troops to this operation. As much it pains me to say so, I can't trust you, as your government more than likely has agents working in it, and the only one I can truely trust at this time, is Tobias."

OOC: 5 stars, thats jolly kind. Gives Quere cookie and pats head. ‘Who’s a good boy then?’ By the way you will get your leader back so don’t panic.

IC: “Mr Khur,” said one of the black-shirts, “If that’s who you really are, my name is George Higner.”

“Lets start with something simple. If you really are the leader of Quere, how can we expect your nation to respond to your capture?”
"If they do not get their leader, me, in 48 hours, they will cause mass havoc. How, I know not. But what I do know is many of your people will die. Again, a warning, not a threat. They may be glad I'm gone."

OOC:But the other men will stay captive?

The black-shirt at the door looked at the man called Bill, “A uniform that stands out is far superior to those that blend in. Respect is the greatest pay of all.”

Jeffery led the President on. “You can lay down here,” he said pointing to a long blue sofa in front of a large plasma TV, in one of the Palace’s many lounges. “I could put on FNN, tourism info, or something else. Perhaps I can all a drink or a snack.

"Do you get world wide channels, because there is supose to be a very good documentory on PPB, but if not then i will just watch FFN, also can you check when you leader is available for a meeting?"

(OOC: bump...)

"If they do not get their leader, me, in 48 hours, they will cause mass havoc. How, I know not. But what I do know is many of your people will die. Again, a warning, not a threat. They may be glad I'm gone."

OOC:But the other men will stay captive?
OOC: Everyone will be released.

IC: "Please detail what we can expect," said Higner, "And don't think that your nation could threaten us. Just look at your fleet, that we captured the leader of Quere for proof."

OOC: I also give it five stars for being a VERY original X billionth citizen post. It trumped my 3 billionth citizen post for originality, that's for sure. ^_^

OOC: Gives Sarzonia very large cookies with white and dark chocolate chips. A complement from one of IIs most respected is graciously accepted.

"Details? Hmm...death. Bombs. Guns. Bullets. Death. More death. More more more death... Yep, that about covers it." He smiled.

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A lone soldier in a ski boat sped across the sea. He was headed for Farmina, careful to keep his silence (something that causes no rader to defect him) on through all the rocks and waves. Soon the shore was in sight. He smiled. In a few minutes, the boat was going to reach the shores.


OOC:The boat just HAPPENED to have the fuel...lol

“We don’t need that much firepower,” said Chancellor Johnson, “Our plan is a little more surgical.”

“We need to have the red crosses blown off the map from a safe distance, and at the same time we need a large troop force to keep our enemies occupied,” said Varius Aricar, with his map now secure on the wall.

“It is our aim to occupy a bunker hidden amongst the trees at the blue cross,” added Johnson, “But we can’t afford to pull many black-shirts off the front.”

But...", Dasch asks, "Where is Tobias Grey? I demand to speak to him as soon as possible, before I commit our troops to this operation. As much it pains me to say so, I can't trust you, as your government more than likely has agents working in it, and the only one I can truely trust at this time, is Tobias."

“The President is in a meeting with Chancellor Rickhart. In their absence, I am in charge. You shall have to deal with me. There is no way around this fact. Now how long quickly could you deploy a force to these co-ordinates?” asked Johnson handing over a document describing Bashar’s forestry hideout.

"Do you get world wide channels, because there is supose to be a very good documentory on PPB, but if not then i will just watch FFN, also can you check when you leader is available for a meeting?"

"I shall see who is available, call if you need anything," said Jeffery, "And the third remote is for international channels. Don't ask me to explain it, I haven't a clue."

Jeffery then left in search of someone baring rank.

"Details? Hmm...death. Bombs. Guns. Bullets. Death. More death. More more more death... Yep, that about covers it." He smiled.

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A lone soldier in a ski boat sped across the sea. He was headed for Farmina, careful to keep his silence (something that causes no rader to defect him) on through all the rocks and waves. Soon the shore was in sight. He smiled. In a few minutes, the boat was going to reach the shores.


OOC:The boat just HAPPENED to have the fuel...lol
OOC: Not to mention his luck not being by either satellite, coast guard or warships.

IC:
"Mr Khur would you be willing to tell us how these bombs will be delivered?" asked Higner.

OOC:No, only radio can't detect him, he can be seen though.

IC:Khur blinked. And again, he blinked. Then he said, "Why should I tell you? Eh. I'm captured." (OOC:LOL.)IC: "They are located here. Most in your ports and cpaital than anywhere else. I know not how many, or how they will attack, but I know this: They will attack."

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The solider on the boat sped towards land. He was only a few more seconds away.

OOC:I am giving you a chance to spot him...

OOC: I’ll let the soldier go unseen, as long as he doesn’t land on the south coast as it is the most fortified; but you can’t have pre-planted bombs all over my nation.

IC: Higner was now beginning to wonder if Khur suffered from severe delusions, “Of course, your nation mysteriously placed bombs all over nation, in the off chance you were captured, considering you didn’t know you were coming anywhere near Farmina before had.”

“Lets try another question, what will you nation pay to get you back.”

OOC:They didn't pre-plant them. Terroist nation here..

IC:"What will they pay?" he scoffed. "Money, money, money...They'll pay whateverthey think they can pay."

OOC:How do I tell how much money I have?

OOC: Here is your budget to rob.
http://nseconomy.thirdgeek.com/nseconomy.php?nation=Quere

IC: "Now we want to now about your how we can get your brother to do what we say," said Higner, "How can we wrap him around our finger."

"As we have 50,000 troops and 100 tanks already deployed, I can move them to that area immediately. They will need time to get into position though. I will radio it in right away."

He grabs his communicator, and gets in touch with the command aircraft that is parked at the airstrip. "We have a request to deploy our forces in certain areas. The Farmina government will transmit them to you, to give you your orders. Follow them." He pauses, then continues, "Go find my cigarettes, I'm still waiting for them and they don't seem to sell them here." In code, it meant to continue the operation, and the subtle way of locating the intended target has failed.

A black-shirt pulls out some cigarettes. "You want some?" he asks. Dasch shakes his head. "No, they're a special brand that they only make in the MES. Very expensive, hense why I always bring my own to an area."

OOC: I want to change the number of tanks deployed to 100, since my original number of 20 was way too low.

The lone soldier jumped off his ski. He ran up the beach, careful not to trip or anything else like that. He ran to the road, where a truck was driving. As it drove by, he jumped up onto it, laying down as to not let anyone see him. In a few hours, they arrived at a city located in the eastern side of the island. He jumped out, rolling down a slope to the outskirts of the city. He then went to a bar.

The soldier found a motercycle, like planned, and took it, driving 120 MPH dow nthe road. He almost hit a rock, but missed it. He finally saw a checkpoint at which cars were being held at. He turned so the wheels were facing the checkpoint, sliding and fell off his bike. It zoomed into the checkpoint, setting a fire. A car zoomed by, crashing into the rubble, exploding as it ran over the fire, exploding as it hit a truck. The driver jumped out of his door just before the car exploded. He died when it did.

The guy who had sent the bike into the checkpoint smiled, then turned. Cars zoomed by as he shot at them after having pulled out two UZI's. He shot some police men as they drove by, but not without a bullet protuding into his right arm. He telled and pain and dropped the gun. He pulled out a grenade, throwing it after taking off the pin. It landed between two cars, and exploded. Those two cars exploded, swallowing up some civilians. The terroist shouted, "Release Khur and the men or suffer!" He then grabbed another granade and pulled the pin, then dropped it. He was blown to pieces by the grenade.

OOC:Godmiding with a shot hand? He's a lefty, like me.

OOC: aight, thanks!

IC:"Hmm...let me talk to him, live. We have one sattellite you can use. He will obey me no matter what."

The lone soldier jumped off his ski. He ran up the beach, careful not to rip or anything else like that. He ran to the road, where a truck was approaching. As it drove by, he jumped up onto it. He lay down, so no one could see him. Soon they were in an eastern city. He crawled to the back and jumped off at a turn. He rolled in the grass, soon at the outskirts of the city. He entered it.

The soldier found a motercylce, like planned, and took it. He was soon drvingf at 120 mph, dodging cars and other things on the road. He finally jumped up and off the motercycle, sending it into a security checkpoint. A car zoomed by and went crashing in to the rubble. A fire soon began, causing the car to explode. The driver had managed to get out, but was soon burning to death. The driver turned around, an UZI in each hand. He started speaking, "I speak for all of the nation of Quere's citizen: RELEASE KHUR AND OUR MEN!"

A firestorm started as the driver started firing into windows and at doors. He was, however, careful not to kill anyone. He turned and fled into an ally after both m agazines ran out. Soon, he was hidden in a building where there were some friends of his.

OOC: That is very exciting, but implausible, silly and godmodding. Its like a scene out of a James Bond movies with explosions, bullets and untouchable hero, who has mysteriously organsied and aware friends. Also its funny how no one thought to shoot at him and that the roads are full of traffic, but the public are ordered to stay inside.

OOC:James Bond? I don't like him. I'll edit it some...btw, where does it say how much money I have in that link?

OOC: aight, thanks!

IC:"Hmm...let me talk to him, live. We have one sattellite you can use. He will obey me no matter what."
"You may use a cellphone," said Higner handing over a phone with a long device attached, "But the conversation will be delayed, if you say something we don't like, I can cut it off before he hears it, and same goes for him."

Higner clicked his fingers, "Get Colonel Barry down here, we have something he will want to see."

"Now before we begin, how much of your nations armed forces are in tact?" asked Higner.

OOC:James Bond? I don't like him. I'll edit it some...btw, where does it say how much money I have in that link?

OOC: Your national budget is in the lower right hand quarter. It doesn't say you have this much money, but remember govts can borrow from banks.

“Mr Dasch, speed is our prime concern, not size,” continued Johnson, “We shall be sending in helicopters of black-shirts to destroy a vital target, that’s why these red crosses need to be destroyed, we believe there to be SAM sites waiting to shoot us down and why we need your forces to distract our enemies. Ricco is a good day’s drive from Verica, which is far too long.”

“As soon as Bashar learns that we are moving against him,” added Johnson, “We can expect our enemies to try and destroy the White Palace, by both ships sailing on the river and artillery stationed outside Verica. All nearby artillery is already in range.”

Aricar pointed to green dots on a map of Verica and its surrounds. “We need heavier firepower than what the black-shirts have to destroy these before we even consider moving out.”

OOC:Is it the GRP per Capita?

IC:"Fine," he said. "Our forcces always remain ready, but the ones who can be immedietly be shipped are 3% of our forces. Not much, I know, but they are the best. The ones you have here are the ones who are not part of that. We only wanted to help."

OOC:Is it the GRP per Capita?

IC:"Fine," he said. "Our forcces always remain ready, but the ones who can be immedietly be shipped are 3% of our forces. Not much, I know, but they are the best. The ones you have here are the ones who are not part of that. We only wanted to help."

OOC: Sorry I meant left. The bottom left box lists all your money spendings. This is the sort of thing that one robs the extra large defence budget for.
IC:
"Well you bumped into the wrong side," said Colonel Barry entering the room, "Now you shall help us."

Higner handed Khur the phone, "Now get us your brother."

OOC: is any one comming to arange a meeting between my president and your leader?

IC: the president fliped through the chanels for the third time. When he concluded there was nothing on he hit the power button and got up. He went into the main hallway and started looking for a phone.

OOC: So do I add it all?

IC:"FIne." He dialed in a number. "Hello?" asked a voice. "It is I, Khur, brother." The voice suddenly went glad. "Khur! But...how did you reach us?" "They let me. They want to talk." "But brother..we already--" "Don't worry. We have the money." Khur did not realise what had happened. He handed the phone to George.

Dan Rickhart took his hand off Tobias Grey’s respirator controls. Thoughts flashed through Rickhart’s mind as he realized he was about to make a terrible mistake, “I have been robbed, but not by Tobias. He is no thief. Though I have a right to the title, a title he bares rightly too. God gives me no right to deprive him of what he holds rightfully as he did not treat me unjustly. He has treated me like friend, and thus I must return the friendship..”

Then one more thought cemented in Rickhart’s twisted mind, “Dekker and Justinian wronged me. They shall pay for their crimes against me, they shall die for their crimes, by the name of almighty God.”

And as his hand withdrew, a nurse entered the ward, with two of the President’s black-shirts, “Lord Chancellor, what were you doing?”

“Merely leaning,” he said calmly, “I fear that I have not slept since the ShadowStrike. Could you possibly give me a warmer, I’m all out?”

The nurse reached into her pocket pulling out a small vile, before grabbing a clean syringe off a tray in the corner, unwrapping it and filling it full of the clear liquid. She then pressed the end to remove any air bubbles. “These have been keeping me going,” she said, “I’ve been over at the hospital and more wounded come in every hour.”

She handed Rickhart the needle. He gently placed it at the top of his neck before pressing it in. “Garg,” seemed to be what he said, but it was most unclear. “Liquefied sleep, only a Farminan could invent it,” he said, “Now wake up the President, I am a busy man.”

“You want me to bring him out of the coma?” asked the nurse.

Rickhart was sure he had been quite clear as handed the used syringe to the nurse, “I thought I told you I was a busy man.”

The nurse gave Rickhart a harsh look, as she put the used syringe in a box labeled ‘For Destruction’ before saying, “As you insist Lord Chancellor.”

She picked up a fresh syringe, unpacked and it filled it with a substance unknown to Rickhart. She walked then walked over and inserted it into Grey’s drip. At first there was no response, and then Tobias Grey released an almighty cough, followed by a long wheeze.

His head rolled slowly on his next, rolling from a black-shirt, to Rickhart, to the nurse and then to the second black-shirt. His hand weakly moved to his breathing mask and he pulled it towards him slightly, before releasing it and wheezing, “What happened? I remember Justinian speaking to me and…”

Rickhart looked sadly over at the President, “Tobias, there was a wave of terrorist attacks across Farmina. You were wounded but shall live. When everything blows over we shall get you the very best surgeons to fix your face.”

“Almighty God,” rasped Grey, before taking a long breath, “What is wrong with my face?”

“You don’t want to know Lord President,” suggested the nurse, who was now running her routine tests, as though the two most powerful Farminans weren’t in the room.

Chancellor Rickhart shot the nurse a nasty look before returning his gaze to the President, “I’m afraid that the military has moved against us. We expected it, but not so soon; apparently neither did they. Everything that has happened, I have summarized for you.”

Rickhart reached into his jacket and pulled out a tape recorder. “I shall listen intently when I rebuild my strength,”said Grey in the softest of voices.

“I would like authority to execute Supreme Commander Bashar,” added Rickhart, with restraint in his voice.

“Granted,” said Grey, “I assume there is something you are not telling me Dan.”

Rickhart remained silent twenty seconds before slowly uttering the words that he wished not to utter, “I am very sorry Tobias. Your wife was in the lobby of the building you were in when the bomb went off. She was killed in the blast. I’m very sorry.”

“Oh God no,” gasped Grey, “No it can’t be.”

When no response came, the president broke down in tears joined by gasping breaths. The nurse took this as a signal for a good time to leave.

Rickhart couldn’t say he was truly saddened, by the death. He was sadder that another found sadness. Rickhart hadn’t been able to kill someone he considered a friend, although he had considered it; and he couldn’t deny that. “Only the unjust should die,” he thought to himself, but neither Grey nor his wife struck him as this. An unjust friend, however, would not survive Rickhart’s blade.

“Bashar will die,” he whispered to himself, “God’s justice will be served.”

Higner passed the phone to Colonel Barry. “Mr Dur,” began the Colonel, “We have your brother and several of friends here. Now we don’t have a use for them, but if you want us to forget about them sailing into our waters and all that, we have several demands.

First, we are allowed to keep all weapons, supplies and ships we have confiscated.

Second, your nation will pay us of 10 bn US standard dollars into a bank account of my choosing.

Third, you will use your remain military resources to smash the foreign fleets near our waters at a time of our choosing.

Finally, you will wipe all record of these events from your history. Khur was never here. We never made any demands.”

OOC: is any one comming to arange a meeting between my president and your leader?

IC: the president fliped through the chanels for the third time. When he concluded there was nothing on he hit the power button and got up. He went into the main hallway and started looking for a phone.
Chancellor Sullivan placed the syringe at the top of his neck and injected the ‘warmer’. At first the drug produced a sharp pain, but then relief. He threw the needle into a nearby bin before nodding to the black-shirt, Jeffery, “Lead on.”

Upon arriving at the lounge Chancellor Sullivan, flanked by his black-shirt guards, nodded to the President of Piglatnia, “Lord President, a pleasure to meet you. I am Phillip Sullivan, Acting Chancellor of Foreign Affairs. May I enquire as to the reason for your visit?”

Higner passed the phone to Colonel Barry. “Mr Dur,” began the Colonel, “We have your brother and several of friends here. Now we don’t have a use for them, but if you want us to forget about them sailing into our waters and all that, we have several demands.

First, we are allowed to keep all weapons, supplies and ships we have confiscated.

Second, your nation will pay us of 10 bn US standard dollars into a bank account of my choosing.

Third, you will use your remain military resources to smash the foreign fleets near our waters at a time of our choosing.

Finally, you will wipe all record of these events from your history. Khur was never here. We never made any demands.”

OOC:What about my terrorist attack? Anything on that?

IC:"Firstly, I agree. We do not need those supplies. They did not even take much.
Secondly, 10 standard US dollars? Fine.
Thirdly, Fine. It'll give us something to do.
Lastly, yes. We were going to do that no matter what.
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A speed boat was going for the land. It had three men on it, one drving, one manning a gun near the driver, and one looking out for people, a sniper gun in his hand. They were headed for the eastern shore, just like the man before had gone. The also had a silencer, something that stopped any radio from detecting them. Soon, they spotted land. Just a few more minutes.

"Ten billion US dollars, not ten," corrected Colonel Barry, "Furthermore we have reports of a Queren who blew himself up over in Moralist territory. Try any other funny stuff and we start executing your men."

Chancellor Sullivan placed the syringe at the top of his neck and injected the ‘warmer’. At first the drug produced a sharp pain, but then relief. He threw the needle into a nearby bin before nodding to the black-shirt, Jeffery, “Lead on.”

Upon arriving at the lounge Chancellor Sullivan, flanked by his black-shirt guards, nodded to the President of Piglatnia, “Lord President, a pleasure to meet you. I am Phillip Sullivan, Acting Chancellor of Foreign Affairs. May I enquire as to the reason for your visit?”

"well i came to see if anything could be aranged for us to help you and seeing as how you won't allow any military orginization to enter upon your soil unless you trust there goverment i figured if i came it would show that i trust you. But first i need to get to a phone, The vice president is expecting a call when i got here."

it was fierce actitivy on the fligthdeck of VSN Logaretis, as yet another one of the figtherdivisions was being prepared for launch.
From the bridge, Admiral Lake could se the other ships in his small task force.
The force now comprised of five carriers, 2 heavy criuser divionsions (30 ships each), and four havy battlecruisers. farther away in Vestern States, six naval bomber groups was on alert to assist the task force.
He was also pleased that he had recived four squadrons of missile corvettes
( 1 squad=15 crafts). the corvettes were good skirmishers, as their missiles had very good range up to 30 kilometers, and high marsk for speed, tyeh would attack from safe distance then retreat behind the heavier vessels.

Since Lake had moved the group anoter nautical mile from Farminias waters, he was now a little sess worrie dabout being stabbed in the back.
Vestern states did indeed have a great navy and airforce, since the army had been cut by half in last years defense budget deal.

Lake was indeed worried about the situation, he haden´t recived any form of messages from farminia, who oviusly had a very complicadetd situation at their hands. Lake feard that some kind of revolution had occured, and therefor he had requested additional units, including three strategic submarines.

The decision t deploy the submarines was an easy one. Vestern States won´t tolerate to be treated as a small-banana-republic.
The submarines wolud be deplyed 100nm out on international water.
The deploymen was being masked as an exercise, and te true purpose was only known by The Prime Minester, the defenceminister and the Minister of the Navy

"Ten billion US dollars, not ten," corrected Colonel Barry, "Furthermore we have reports of a Queren who blew himself up over in Moralist territory. Try any other funny stuff and we start executing your men."
"10 billion? Fine. If we have the money, though. And liek I told you, I cannot control them."

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The boat ran up the shore. The three men jumped off, the sniper with his sniper, the gunner with his AK-47, and the driver with a Colt. 47. They crouched and ran up the slope to the road. Not a single car. But then...yes, a bus was driving by, with the words on the side, "Farmina National Transportan Bus-FNTB" (or whatever you want it to be). Only the driver wasn't Farminian. He was Queren. He pulled up and let them in. The bus was filled with explosives, cardboard people by the window to hide them. He drove into a nearby city which had a dam. He went through a checkpoint, the police not looking inside. Then they were on the dam. After it, they stopped, and the three men got out. Then the bus turned around and exploded over the main part of the bridge. More explosions were heard as the dam engines blew up. The three men smiled. THey ran up the mountain slope and lay down between some underbrush. Soldiers saw them and began firing, but missed. The sniper took them out.

The soldiers began shoots drivers, sending them into the waterfall that was created. Soon the drivers stopped, only to be shot. Soldiers finally kileld the boat driver, and the other two began firing more and more. Finally,a grenade popped up from their position and landed in a group of soldiers. They died a second later. Finally, someone withg a rocket launcher killed the other two.

BUmp

buMP...again

"10 billion? Fine. If we have the money, though. And liek I told you, I cannot control them."

---

The boat ran up the shore. The three men jumped off, the sniper with his sniper, the gunner with his AK-47, and the driver with a Colt. 47. They crouched and ran up the slope to the road. Not a single car. But then...yes, a bus was driving by, with the words on the side, "Farmina National Transportan Bus-FNTB" (or whatever you want it to be). Only the driver wasn't Farminian. He was Queren. He pulled up and let them in. The bus was filled with explosives, cardboard people by the window to hide them. He drove into a nearby city which had a dam. He went through a checkpoint, the police not looking inside. Then they were on the dam. After it, they stopped, and the three men got out. Then the bus turned around and exploded over the main part of the bridge. More explosions were heard as the dam engines blew up. The three men smiled. THey ran up the mountain slope and lay down between some underbrush. Soldiers saw them and began firing, but missed. The sniper took them out.

The soldiers began shoots drivers, sending them into the waterfall that was created. Soon the drivers stopped, only to be shot. Soldiers finally kileld the boat driver, and the other two began firing more and more. Finally,a grenade popped up from their position and landed in a group of soldiers. They died a second later. Finally, someone withg a rocket launcher killed the other two.
OOC:I'm just going to ignore these terrorist attacks, their plain silly. And why do your people seem to want to come and die for no reason in Farmina?

"well i came to see if anything could be aranged for us to help you and seeing as how you won't allow any military orginization to enter upon your soil unless you trust there goverment i figured if i came it would show that i trust you. But first i need to get to a phone, The vice president is expecting a call when i got here."

"This way," said Sullivan, "A phone is right here."

"10 billion? Fine. If we have the money, though. And liek I told you, I cannot control them."
"You will find the money Mr Dur," said Colonel Barry, "And you will deal with any more of your men who mysteriously decide they want to die for no good reason, otherwise life for your brother becomes extremely uncomfortable."

it was fierce actitivy on the fligthdeck of VSN Logaretis, as yet another one of the figtherdivisions was being prepared for launch.
From the bridge, Admiral Lake could se the other ships in his small task force.
The force now comprised of five carriers, 2 heavy criuser divionsions (30 ships each), and four havy battlecruisers. farther away in Vestern States, six naval bomber groups was on alert to assist the task force.
He was also pleased that he had recived four squadrons of missile corvettes
( 1 squad=15 crafts). the corvettes were good skirmishers, as their missiles had very good range up to 30 kilometers, and high marsk for speed, tyeh would attack from safe distance then retreat behind the heavier vessels.

Since Lake had moved the group anoter nautical mile from Farminias waters, he was now a little sess worrie dabout being stabbed in the back.
Vestern states did indeed have a great navy and airforce, since the army had been cut by half in last years defense budget deal.

Lake was indeed worried about the situation, he haden´t recived any form of messages from farminia, who oviusly had a very complicadetd situation at their hands. Lake feard that some kind of revolution had occured, and therefor he had requested additional units, including three strategic submarines.

The decision t deploy the submarines was an easy one. Vestern States won´t tolerate to be treated as a small-banana-republic.
The submarines wolud be deplyed 100nm out on international water.
The deploymen was being masked as an exercise, and te true purpose was only known by The Prime Minester, the defenceminister and the Minister of the Navy

OOC: Could you assume that many minor communications have been sent? I don't have time to RP every unimportant communication there is.

OOC: Farmina can oy uturn someone against my fleet so i can hav ea niice battle.

"This way," said Sullivan, "A phone is right here."

"thank you" the president went in the pointed direction, after maybe 5 minutes he returned "now where can we have the meeting"

OOC:I'm just going to ignore these terrorist attacks, their plain silly. And why do your people seem to want to come and die for no reason in Farmina?

OOC:These are the civilian attacks Khur's talking about. Only these are on a smaller scale.

"You will find the money Mr Dur," said Colonel Barry, "And you will deal with any more of your men who mysteriously decide they want to die for no good reason, otherwise life for your brother becomes extremely uncomfortable."

"OK, whatever you say," responded Dur. Scuffling was heard. "It's right here," he said a few minutes later.

OOC:YOu can use me to attack them...

"thank you" the president went in the pointed direction, after maybe 5 minutes he returned "now where can we have the meeting"

"There is a free conference room on the first floor," said Sullivan, "This way."

He pointed to a set of large stairs and proceeded towards them.

"There is a free conference room on the first floor," said Sullivan, "This way."

He pointed to a set of large stairs and proceeded towards them.

The president followed admiring the nice stairs.

"OK, whatever you say," responded Dur. Scuffling was heard. "It's right here," he said a few minutes later.

OOC:YOu can use me to attack them...

"I want you to transfer the money into an account with FBR Bank, account number 04638651," instructed Colonel Barry, "Furthermore, begin moving all your remain sea power into position, but wait for my order to attack."

GLOBE & MAIL - TERRORISTS SUSPECTS ARRESTED IN CALGARY

The Canadian National Security Taskforce Spokesperson, Captain Melaine Sandra Jones at the press briefing this morning announced that the CNSTF had apprehended individuals whom are suspects of terrorism in Farmina earlier this week.

They will be held for questioning within the next several days.

"In here," said Chancellor Sullivan nodding to the President as opened the third door down the passage.

"In here," said Chancellor Sullivan nodding to the President as opened the third door down the passage.

The president walked in sat down and waited for the chancelor to do the same.

OOC: God finally got my frigin internet connection back and looks like I missed some nice RPing... hopefully I'm not too late to continue my part of this tale?... well I'll find out soon enough anyways, by the way assume that everything happened as it did in my last post BUT instead of the guard approaching fill this bit in instead... also thanks for giving that link to the economy stats farmina it'll help my realism a lot, didn't know about that......

The 4 men in the back of the car readied their grenade launcher equipped assault rifles, standard issue for all Black Force Operatives, and prepared for the upcoming engagement as the checkpoint officers ordered them to stop their car and reveal themselves nice and slowly. They only hoped that there commander hadn't left them for dead because of their foolishness in getting so close to the enemy and that the support teams were in position behind them armed with the M89 Sniper Rifles, M40 heavy support machine guns, the SAW rocket launchers, and other heavy support weapons. Otherwise they knew this was the last fight they'd ever undertake. They could only hope...

At the soldiers command and not wishing to attract undue attention until they unleashed their assault, Bravo 3 slowed down and came to a stop as ordered... he knew one thing for sure though... these guys would never know what hit them if they had the support teams backing them up, nobody ever did... Bravo 5 in the back sent a quick encrypted radio communication to the support teams, hoping against hope that they were there to assist...

"Get out of the car slowly and noone will get hurt. Fail to heed our command and you will be shot."

Bravo 3 laughed inside... if they had backup he wasn't so sure it was his team that needed to worry about getting shot... With that he signaled the 4 men to go on 3...
1..... 2............ 3!
The men opened the car doors simultaneously and started their engagement... while the support teams, equipped with the knowledge of the incoming attack had their weapons loaded and started engaging targets of their own...

OOC: Depending on your numbers at the checkpoint I'm not expecting most of these guys to survive, but you figure it out reasonably just keep in mind that these guys are some of my best troops and are quite well armed... the only thing I am assuming is that you allow Trinton's remaining troops to get past the checkpoint in the ensuing firefight so they can find out what's really going on in Verica Airstrip...

Chancellor Sullivan proceeded inside the conference room, as his phone began to buzz in his pocket. He quickly moved it up to his ear and answered it. “Canada, you don’t say. Funny place to be finding his men. I’m afraid I’m with some president of one island or another, could you get Chancellor Stone to deal with this.”

He then hung up, “Lord President, I apologise for this inconvenience. Now to put it frankly we are grateful for your offers of assistance. However we expected our enemies to reach the White Palace with a day. We are outnumbered and outgunned. We have one last chance at victory, and if that fails Farmina will have a new leader.”

To: President Wittrock, Canada
From: Chancellor Stone, Farmina

We have are of the understanding that you have arrested members of the Shadow’s terrorist organization. We request that at the soonest possible time they be handed over to the Moralist government for interrogation.

William Stone
Chancellor for Internal Affairs

The six black-shirts were ready for the four Maneans that opened fire. Their automatic weapons swung from launching bullets into their targets, but one Moralist hit the ground as the fight started. Overhead, in two of the spot towers, black-shirts brought down to bare machine gun fire from above. Another Moralist went down as more black-shirts ran out to the sound of the panicked alarm bells.

Message Recieved.
Message Replied.
Message at High Urgency to read.


To: Chancellor Stone
From: President Iris Kayla Ryan

TELEGRAM ROUTED TO FARMINAN GOVERNMENT THROUGH HIGHLY SECURED ENCRYPTION NETWORK.

The Federal Republic of Canada will not extradite the suspected terrorists to the moralist government. They'll be interrogated and tried in the Canadian prison system. There is no existing extradition treaty, therefore this is lawful under international agreements.

President Wittrock resigned from his poistion as the Head of State over a month ago. I am the newly democratically elected President.

Sincerely,
Iris Kayla Ryan
The President of the Federal Republic of Canada

"I want you to transfer the money into an account with FBR Bank, account number 04638651," instructed Colonel Barry, "Furthermore, begin moving all your remain sea power into position, but wait for my order to attack."

"Yes sir, commander." Typing was heard, then whirring of machinery. In a few minutes, the money was transfered. Shouting was heard. It said the following: "Wht are you doing?!!" shouted the pessiemestic advisor. "Getting Khur back!" shouted Dur. The rest was muffled as someone covered the mouth piece. In a few minutes, Dur said into the phone. "Done."

OOC:Well atleast post something on the news about the attacks

Bravo 3 was pleased with the inital engagement... so far none of his men had gone down and they had taken out a few of the enemies... as he wondered how long would that last unless the support teams started firing he took a bullet to his left arm from the machine gunners overhead in the towers and his gun dropped. Realizing his misfortune he only hoped that somebody would help his team out because they didn't have the weaponry to take out the gun towers. His men were doing well but he didn't know how long they'd last with this machine gun fire... He fired off a quick shot and hit one of the enemy guards...

"SOMEBODY TAKE OUT THOSE MACHINE GUNNERS... NOW!!!!"

As he said this another blast of machine guns took down one his his squadmates, those guns have got to go!.... he debated what to do about it when suddenly the guns fell silent... in the hills in the distance two sniper bullets had caused the men in the towers to force themselves to take cover, even though they had missed they had served their purpose and fight was equal again...

"The support teams are active! Keep fighting, we can give these black shirts the slaughter they deserve!"

As the bloody battle ensued between the two sides with the support teams aiding their beleaguered comrades at the checkpoint, Trinton took his small group of men and took advantage of the ensuing chaos to sneak past the checkpoint and continued onwards to the Verica airstrip where they soon discovered the large contingent of troops from the MES with their surveilance equipment and immediately sent an encrypted message back to high command on their findings... (OOC if that is going too far ahead let me know and I'll shorten it but in the interests of time I'd like to start mobilizing my considerable armies to aid in the upcoming battle to restore Farmina to it's rightful governing party...)

President Fej was alerted to the foreign presence in Farmina as soon as the details were clear and was alarmed at the sudden outbreak... he wasn't sure what to do but he knew that the presence of foreign troops could only mean one thing, something really was up in Farmina beyond what he had been told by the government and he needed to ensure that that government remained in control for his party's sake... he debated for a moment then he called Gen Franco almost immediately to discuss his next move.

"This is Gen Franco Mr President, have you made your decision about what to do with the Farmian crisis?"

"Yes General, I have. I'd like you to mobilize the navy and airforce to move into international waters off of Farmina's coastline. This is going to get ugly soon if there is a foreign presence amongst Farmina's borders... just make sure that that democratic government is retained at all costs, even if we have to occupy the whole nation to maintain it's stability, it's a risk I'm willing to take if it pays off in votes for the party in the upcoming election cycle.... i'm giving you a free hand in it, use it well because it won't come to you often... Just make sure that they don't leave foreign waters unless it becomes certain that foreign forces have been engaged on Farmina's soil or it appears that the rightful democracy has been usurped by a radical element. That is all"

"It will be done as you please Mr President, you may rest easy knowing that I will not rest until Farmina's stability is restored..."

With that in mind Gen Franco cut off the transmission and immediately went to advise Admiral Grapard to take the nearest naval battlegroups and move them off to international waters off Farmina's coastline... the6th Expeditionary Strike Group should be sufficient for this operation... he only hoped that they would be nearby enough to get their in time to make an impact..."

OOC: The group is currently a decent distance away but they are out at sea for they were involved in a recent war game simulation... just a simple redirect that will take some time to fully organize and they will arrive hopefully in time to make some kind of impact on the overall situation, maybe even run into the foreign ships perhaps?.... hehe...
6th Expeditionary Group Currently Consists of

An Amphibious Assault Ship (LHAR Wasp Class) – Primary landing ships, resembling small aircraft carriers, designed to put troops on hostile shores. In a secondary role, using
AV-8B Harrier aircraft and anti-submarine warfare helicopters, these ships perform sea control and limited power projection missions. 1,804 marines

An Amphibious Transport Dock (LPD) Ship Austin Class (5) – Warships that embark, transport, and land elements of a landing force for a variety of expeditionary warfare missions capacity 900 marines plus crew per ship

A Dock Landing Ship (LSD) – Dock Landing Ships support amphibious operations including landings via
Landing Craft Air Cushion (LCAC), conventional landing craft and helicopters, onto hostile shores. Anchorage class.

Guided Missile Cruiser – multi-mission surface combatant. Equipped with Tomahawks for long-range strike capability. However they don't have a lot of these right now since they were operating on war game capacity

Guided Missile Destroyer – multi-mission suface combatant, used primarily for anti-air warfare (AAW)

Frigate – primarily for anti-submarine warfare (ASW)

Attack Submarine – in a direct support role seeking out and destroying hostile surface ships and submarines

A Marine Expeditionary Unit (Special Operations Capable) – missions range from humanitarian assistance and disaster relief to major theater war (approx 6,000 of them aboard all the ships)

6 AV-8B Harrier II – Attack and destroy surface targets under day and night visual conditions.

4 CH-53E Super Stallion helicopters – Transportation of heavy equipment and supplies during the ship-to-shore movement of an amphibious assault and during subsequent operations ashore.

12 CH-46D Sea Knight helicopters – Medium lift assault helicopter, primarily used to move cargo and troops.

4 AH-1W Super Cobra helicopters - Provides fire support and fire support coordination to the landing force during amphibious assaults and subsequent operations ashore.

As you can tell I model my armies after those of our good old US of A.... hopefully it's not too much (or little as is the case, but it's the best I've got available for this theater anyways...) hope it suits you...

"Yes sir, commander." Typing was heard, then whirring of machinery. In a few minutes, the money was transfered. Shouting was heard. It said the following: "Wht are you doing?!!" shouted the pessiemestic advisor. "Getting Khur back!" shouted Dur. The rest was muffled as someone covered the mouth piece. In a few minutes, Dur said into the phone. "Done."

OOC:Well atleast post something on the news about the attacks
OOC: I suggest you read the stickies again especially the one on terrorism. If you want to be in the last phase, NO GOD MODDING.

IC: "Begin the transfer," said Colonel Barry to his assistant, and in that moment, the money left the bank account and was moved to an off shore account where it would later be moved again.

"Now I also suggest that if any more Querens are doing what they shouldn't, kill them Mr Dur. We hold you personally accountable for any more that reach our shore."

IC: Another black-shirt caught a bullet followed by another, but the remaining five kept firing, those who had been caught in the open moving back to cover. Above the two machine gunners continued to reign down bullets from the above. Another black-shirt approached with a personnel rocket launcher, taking target from a safe distance, he aimed down the road at the Meneans who blocked it before releasing the rocket.

The other search lights continued to scour the airstrip in search of enemies preparing to ruin their plan. “Found one,” yelled a black-shirt catching a Menean in his light. More machine guns opened fire, “Surrender, only death is in resistance.”

"Sure." Then to someone else, Dur said, "Do it." Shots fired. He said to George, "That's the last of 'em. How do we reach them?"

Chancellor Sullivan proceeded inside the conference room, as his phone began to buzz in his pocket. He quickly moved it up to his ear and answered it. “Canada, you don’t say. Funny place to be finding his men. I’m afraid I’m with some president of one island or another, could you get Chancellor Stone to deal with this.”

He then hung up, “Lord President, I apologise for this inconvenience. Now to put it frankly we are grateful for your offers of assistance. However we expected our enemies to reach the White Palace with a day. We are outnumbered and outgunned. We have one last chance at victory, and if that fails Farmina will have a new leader.”

"ahh well then i guess there is nothing my nation could do to help seeing as how it would take awhile to mobalize our reserves. But i supose that you could use every man posible so my body gaurds and i will help you fight them off for as long as possible."

Bravo 3 saw that the situation was getting bad and he knew that it was pretty much over for him and his team, but he would rest easy knowing that he had died in the service of his country... The support teams, while successfully keeping the enemy machine gunners pinned down for some time could not keep it up forever. If he was going to die he might as well take out as many of these Black-shirted fools as he could. He took his remaining 2 men and issued the command to take down as many as they could before they died, hopefully they could die with honor. They began their final engagment when suddenly a rocket sped through the air and detonated next to his 2 men, killing both instantly...

I guess this is the end then...

With that thought in mind he grabbed his remaining frag grenades, pulled the pins, and threw them into a group of Black-shirts before he himself was finally taken down by the machine gunners bullets...

Alpha 3, knowing that it was best to take cover at this point, ordered his men to go employ evasive tactics and to make themselves as invisible as possible so they could change their tactics to support Trinton's squad on the inside of the base. Hopefully Trinton's group would survive, it would be a tragedy to lose such a talented commander...

Trinton's squad of 10 men had managed to get inside the airstrip and noticed the black-shirts efforts to take the control of the foreign forces as they landed their supplies and equipment at the airstrip... He knew something was wrong with that picture but command was the most important thing at this point... He radioed Alpha 3 to send the message that there indeed was a foreign presence in Farmina and that something was amiss to the point where a powerful troop presence may be required to set it right. It was at that moment that a spotlight revealed a member of his team and the Black shirts started approching his position...

Trinton knew that he had little chance of escaping, but he would try to get as many of his men out as he could, while sacrificing others. It was a tough decision, but it was the best one he could figure out... He ordered half his squad to disrupt the unloading operation while he took the other half and attempted to escape the confines of the airbase... hopefully they would get out alive...

Meanwhile Admiral Osiris of the 6th ESG had just received his orders from Admiral Grapard to abandon the wargame exercise and to move his fleet as close to the territorial waters of Farmina as he could manage under international neutrality laws and to prepare to land troops if necessary on the nation's soil if the rightful democracy was usurped by any other faction within the nation. While somewhat surprised at the orders, Admiral Osiris immediately sent the command to his task force to set course for 5 nm west of Farmian territorial waters and the ships began their journey...

"Sure." Then to someone else, Dur said, "Do it." Shots fired. He said to George, "That's the last of 'em. How do we reach them?"

"You will be able to collect your brother and his men from Ricco; after the final battle is one," said Colonel Barry.

"ahh well then i guess there is nothing my nation could do to help seeing as how it would take awhile to mobalize our reserves. But i supose that you could use every man posible so my body gaurds and i will help you fight them off for as long as possible."
“You want to fight in final battle,” asked Chancellor Sullivan, giving the Piglatnian president an odd look “Are you sure?”

OOC: MES, please post.

“You want to fight in final battle,” asked Chancellor Sullivan, giving the Piglatnian president an odd look “Are you sure?”

OOC: MES, please post.


"yep, i am about to retire and i figure i might as well go out with a bang" stated the president giving the chancelor an even oder look "don't you think i can fight?"

On the main road three black-shirts screamed in agonizing pain and another two lay dead after a grenade had exploded in their midst.
Gun fire continued as spotlights and machineguns scoured from above and black-shirts took panicked potshots hunting the Maneans on the ground, trying to encircle the Maneans, being they fleeing or fighting.

Alpha 3's squad had split into two groups and had taken positions in two opposing angles overlooking the airstrip. The black shirts were trying to encircle his position, but he would not let them get the best of his men. They did have the SAW rockets if they needed them as well, they could take out tanks, let alone small groups of troops. He was still worried about Trinton though... if he fell that would make him the highest ranked man on the battlefield and put him in charge of the remaining men, a position he did not want to be in since he had always looked to Trinton for guidance... he decided that if it came to that he would die with honor and do as much damage to the airstrip as possible, that way the Farmians would most likely look at it as a failed terrorist strike on the airstrip than a reconnisance mission for the Manea government... They continued firing even as the second group of men were beginning to be surrounded by the blackshirts... This is not looking good...

Meanwhile on the inside of the airstrip, the group Trinton had sent to disrupt the airstrip's operations had split up and was trying to plant C4 explosives inside some of the buildings so as to cover their attacks. Trinton knew that they had little chance of success, but some of them might actually succeed in damaging the airstrip's functions, maybe even shut it down for a while... At least it would provide cover for his escape. The civilian vehicles he took in were a safe distance away from the airstrip so that once they got outside he would be able to take his remaining 6 men and return to the countryside where they had been living since they got to Farmina. Gunshots were being fired everywhere as the blackshirts desperately tried to stop the other half of his team from detonating their bombs and he knew that those men were finished for sure. Regardless Trinton and his men continued onward and were able to make it to the outskirts of the base in the confusion over the bombs. He radioed the support teams to continue firing at the blackshirts outside the base until he and his men got back to their vehicles and then for the remaining men to do the same and get the heck out of there. Just as they were about to reach the exit, a blackshirt with a machine gun appeared behind them and got off a few bullets, killing one of Trinton's men before they could react and take him out. Only 5 left... tragic but a necessary loss for the sake of democracy... he continued onward towards the vehicles...

Out at sea Admiral Osiris was moving the 6th ESG into position about 5 nm away from Farmian territorial waters, they were almost there when they received word from high command in Manea that there was another foreign fleet approximately 10 nm from their position, and that they should express their neutrality towards them immediately as they approached Farmina. Admiral Grapard was no stranger to diplomacy having worked in the foreign affairs division of the government before his career in the navy and he knew the nuances of diplomacy well so he applied them to his military negotiations. He sent a message to the fleet

To Commander of Fleet approximately 10 nm from our position:
From: Admiral Osiris Commander of 6th Expeditionary Strike Group

Due to your proximity to our position I, as commander in chief of the 6th ESG am expressing my nation's neutrality in these waters and attributing our presence as that of an observing force due to recent tensions in the nation of Farmina. Any actions that you may need to prove our intentions will gladly be taken, if you wish I will meet with you personally on the matter.

That should suit them fine... I don't foresee any issues, but anything is possible... this ESG is strong enough to handle any serious attacks regardless... Although it wouldn't hurt to deploy a larger naval group to the region...
With that though in mind Admiral Osiris radioed up Admiral Grapard and advised him to send another naval group to the region just in case anything bad should happen... he didn't want to lose any of his ships in this ocean...

OOC: The 2nd group is going to be the 5th Carrier Strike Group that consists of the DRM Alderast Nimitz Class Carrier, a guided missile cruiser, two guided missile destroyers, an attack submarine and a combined ammunition, oiler, and supply ship - the main feature of this group is the addition of 30 LPD ships that contain a contingent of 25,000 marines from the highly capable 3rd Marine Division, one of my nation's best equipped general combat forces...

There was somethin in the air, Lake could feel it, almost touch it.
He haden´t heard anythigt from Farminia, other than the usual requests of confirmation of the distance to TFO (Task Force One) and the Farminan border. To keep the siutation calm, Lake had increased the distance to 16nm.

He couldn´t dream of being attacked on international water. That would mean war between Vestern States and Farmina, both with over one billion inhabitants. And the both had armed forces in proportion to that.
A aonflict of that magnitude coulden´t possibly end peacefully.
Admiral Lake hoped that Farmina wouldent attack TSO...
He prayed that it wolden´t be attacked

Meanwhile, a communicationsofficer recived a message from another naval group, apparently from Manea:

The officer ran up to Admiral Lake and handed over the message:

To Commander of Fleet approximately 10 nm from our position:
From: Admiral Osiris Commander of 6th Expeditionary Strike Group

Due to your proximity to our position I, as commander in chief of the 6th ESG am expressing my nation's neutrality in these waters and attributing our presence as that of an observing force due to recent tensions in the nation of Farmina. Any actions that you may need to prove our intentions will gladly be taken, if you wish I will meet with you personally on the matter.



Admiral Lake read the letter.
"Okey, i thik we should meet, just in case.
Send following message to the Maean Navy

To Commander of Manean Navy
From Admiral Lake, Vestern States TSO



I, Admiral Lake, Commanding officer of TSO, Vestern States Navy, would be happy to attend a meeting with You. May i suggest that we meet on any ship of your choise. I look forward to meet you.
We have no intentions of distrusting you in the matter of posing as an observationforce, since we are here in the same matter.


Best Wishes:
Admiral Martin Lake

OOC: I’m not sure what you have against Verica airstrip, but anyways.

IC: The guns were silencing. The slaughter at the airstrip was over. “Find any stragglers,” yelled a disgruntled Colonel, “Find out why these nuts are doing this.”

Black-shirts that were still standing, and had no other duties, raced off into the forest with dogs and lights trying to hunt down the survivors. Overhead, aerial support had arrived, with great helicopters beaming tunnels of light onto the ground.

A blast shook the airstrip as the Colonel turned to see his office turn into a ball of fire, “Blast.”